And when the dogface soldiers of the 3ID see a group of SEALs or EOD guys living like "McHales Navy" with improvised showers, a bar, ten times the water per man, etc etc etc, how do you think that affects morale in the 3ID?
Like CRAP is how it affects morale! Almost as bad as delivering a message to a staff officer's trailer, and feeling that blast of A/C, and seeing their TV and fridge.
ARGGGHHHH!!!!! People here DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!
When I was in the Stumps in '88, and saw the SEALs from Coronado living la vida loca in 100% kit-bashed manner (showers, an open-sided bar, etc), I went back and asked, "Hey, Gunny, what the heck can we do to get the cool stuff the SEALs got?"
It turned into the Sgt Major telling us, "If y'all can do it, and I don't hear about how it came about, great. If I have to apologize for any of you knuckleheads, you'll be doing a 20-mile forced march in MOPP-4."
We were living in luxury inside of a week. Never had to do that MOPP-4 march. :o)
Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows...
And when the dogface soldiers of the 3ID see a group of SEALs or EOD guys living like "McHales Navy" with improvised showers, a bar, ten times the water per man, etc etc etc, how do you think that affects morale in the 3ID?
Like CRAP is how it affects morale! Almost as bad as delivering a message to a staff officer's trailer, and feeling that blast of A/C, and seeing their TV and fridge.
ARGGGHHHH!!!!! People here DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!
That reminds me of standing .50 cal watch on the bridgewing in the gulf (91-92) listening to the Captain use the "emergency/you wife just drowned your kids and your mom needs to know how to make your car payment cell phone" to talk to his wife. every night when the sun was going down.
I always knew when we were going to make a course change. It always followed his call dropping and then a few curse words. "Come to port and make a new heading... (180 degrees the other way."
I swear that man could smell when the atmospherics were ripe to get a signal all the way to Bahrain.
If I hadn't had no respect for him already (he would get all crybaby/blubbery whenever speaking to us on the 1MC about our completing an evolution well.
I much preferred the "hard partying" Mustang I had on my first ship. He actually blew out his ACL playing basketball in Rota (our first stop on our Med deployment) and could have bailed out but just lived out of his at sea cabin for the duration. Oh, and he lubed up liberally at every port call. 22 port calls in 19 different cities during the cruise. I saved not one dime that six months. Thank you NATO task force!