Devildoc
Verified Military
The Navy Sea Chanters, one of the many military bands in DC in which members are essentially professionals who just wear a military uniform.
I shagged one in the 90s, but that's a story for a different day.
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The Navy Sea Chanters, one of the many military bands in DC in which members are essentially professionals who just wear a military uniform.
I shagged one in the 90s, but that's a story for a different day.
Like most here, I have a decent enough library on both fronts to say Jeff can go fuck himself.
Pro tip for Jeff: Your mom is a whore, you're dumb, real people eat Publix fried chicken, you are your sister's worst lay, and women won't fuck you because you're a shit human being you next-level chad incel.
You do you, we're just better...
And you can't handle Monday, son.
Pro tip for Jeff: Your mom is a whore, you're dumb, real people eat Publix fried chicken, you are your sister's worst lay, and women won't fuck you because you're a shit human being you next-level chad incel.
You do you, we're just better...
And you can't handle Monday, son.
Topkick
Verified Military
"Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digga...but she ain't messin' with no broke niggas" -- Kanye West
Topkick
Verified Military
Probably both getting what they want.
Devildoc
Verified Military
Yep. A mutually beneficial relationship.
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Florida173
SOF Support
Guy was running with the wind a bit. Those chutes are fast as hell when you run
DZSO's are horrible people. I love the jumper's scream and am not laughing because that is a bad situation which can unalive you real quick.
A "good" DZSO story.
'93, I haven't been to Basic but am drilling with my unit. The boys are jumping, night C/E from a -141 I think; maybe a -130, who cares? The DZSO is my Detachment Sergeant, SF qualified guy who has been around once or twice. They are kicking door bundles with blue chemlights attached. First pass is off the DZ. DZSO asks for a correction. 2nd pass, same. 3rd pass I hear on the radio "They were short this ti... SHIT,SHIT, SHIT!" We hear this banging and scraping sound over the radio.
The 3rd pass was on azimuth but kicked early. The DZSO saw swirling blue lights above him as the bundle burned in. The bundle was ammo crates filled with sand and 5 gallon water jugs. My man was drenched in water and covered in sand; the bundle missed their hummer by 25 feet or something stupid. The sounds were him hauling ass, mic in hand, and still keyed while dragging the URC-200 with him.
But "5 knots, clear to drop" is a meme for valid reasons. I don't miss those days.
I've ended up in trees in LeJeune and Polk. I've bounced off FLAs in Pickett.
When we were on DRF 7 (support cycle), the amount of jump injuries and fuck ups were staggering.
1995, I was newer to Division, 7 jumps in I think.
Jumping Sicily, night, mass tac, "winds were 3 knots, my cock", half us the sticks scattered, I feet, ass, headed it, knocked my dome piece hard, passed out, woke up, vomited twice (todays standards, that's a TBI), sprained my left ankle that turned into a distal tib/fib fracture with 5 ruptured ligaments that required reconstructive surgery.
They tried to med board me but gave option to fight it, I fought it, healed, fought it, stayed, jumped 36 more times.
DZSO said winds were 3 knots. Lol. Cunts.
"I am shocked" said no jumper ever in the history of ever.
We had Florida pines with the tops bent almost horizontally and you know what?
"7 knots, clear to jump."
We had concussions, a dislocated shoulder, ankle sprains, a dude who hit a barb wire fence, one blown off course and had to fend off a bull... that was the first chalk of about 30 jumpers. I was in Chalk 2 and missed the jump because they called it off. Darn.
I was on medical jump coverage, a Sp/4, EFMB, newly minted paramedic, that because of this, was able to run medical coverage.
Either an NCO or Sp/4 with paramedic can.
Night jump, some other unit, dude burns in, chest first, trauma code.
My driver and I got there, troops were white lighting the dead troop.
We began code, massive chest, pelvis and extremely trauma.
Our batt PA was at aid station with driver in FLA.
I surgical cric'd the dude, doc bilaterally chest tubed dude, dust off with me, doc and flight medic (82nd aviation), flew to Cape Fear, doc cracked chest (Temple T), cardiac massage....
Dude was pronounced dead at Cape Fear. I shook for weeks, PA put in for award, got AAM for it.
That's my only surgical airway in my career.
