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Lemme told you a true story...

THE ORIGIN OF THE
PISSING CONTEST

During our training, we had to go through "Bouyant Ascent - Blow and Go" training in New London, CT. Submarine base.

The tank was over 100' deep. They put us in a pressurized chamber at 50'. We'd put one puff of air in our Mae West life jacket, take a deep breath, lock out, look up, cross our ankles, let go and blow out - we would reach the surface with plenty of air left. Same deal @ the 100' mark.

That night, we went to the bar for a few cold ones where we ran across the Seals who were our trainers. Only three fights broke out that night.

The next day was "free dive" day with mask and fins. We free dove down to 50' - no problem. When it was my turn for the 100' free dive, at about the 75' mark, my mask fogged up and I could find the opening for the 100' chamber. IMMEDIATELY, a Seal grabbed my arm and pulled me into the chamber suspended in the middle of the tank...you got it...a Navy Seal saved my life! He was one of the ones we fought the night before. When I pulled off my mask he said..."Hey Recon, you guys gave us some competition last night." I said, "Yea, that was a good one, wasn't it?"

That night we met the same Seals at the same bar, and we got into arguments as to who was gonna buy who the next round of beers. Everyone had to chug their mug at the same time, and no one was supposed to go the head. After 12 mugs, the first one went, then the second and so on. It seemed like one Seal and one Recon gave in at the same time....when they returned from the head, they bragged about who would piss the longest.

Yep, a fight, turned into a drinking contest that turned into a pissing contest . . . thus the origin of the first pissing contest!

Force Recon Marines have the utmost repect for the Navy Seals, versa visa and visa versa.

You sit here and get some good replies, but you have no clue,
you gigle at what is our code,
you civilize our mission, you trivilize our cost,
and you are the only one on this thread that does not have a full range of emotions linked to every memory that has been handed to you from men whos nights are spent with their eyes wide open thinking of a lost friend, or of the pain and relief of actually taking life to protect your own, you don't get goose bumps when you hear of missions completed and disgust at captured and tortured warriors or tears of joy at the announcement of a lost soldiers return, you haven't a clue about The pain and sacrifice of training day in and day out, or the pleasure of it, you see no pride here. You are not a warrior. You have no history. You have never suffered the tears of someone else's family's loss knowing it could have been your family. You take pleasure in instructing us to "play nice".

When warriors play, we break things. So stay behind your monitor as you are not sure when we are playing or not. This generations warriors will take up the baton and make us proud and make it safe for guys like you. Bet the farm on it. When all hell breaks loose, change your shorts, and remember who the memorials are for. I'll give you a clue, the dead can't read.