He's right: He got a free book out of the deal!
Also Mara, did you get a -2A job recently or does your AV mean something else?
Also Mara, did you get a -2A job recently or does your AV mean something else?
Case Study: Sun Tzu, III/31
- Thread starter Marauder06
- Start date
-2A job is a good guess. But the only job I'm going to have for the forseeable future is either "student" or "teacher." 
2A = Second Amendment.
2A = Second Amendment.
Faith went a little too far.
dirtmover
Verified Military
The Dud forgot to add "and your little dog too." Lol
Well he didnt throw the book back at him.
You must mean "a-a-a-a-and your li-li-li-little dog t-t-t-t-oo!"
Still, you can't expect your men to act professional if you are going to be an ass.Well he didnt throw the book back at him.
He could have gotten his point across better, but done it without being arrogant. Faith could have "mentored" the Major. He had a great point about all the major's trappings, yet him lacking knowledge, without being an ass.
There was no one in the room but Dud and Faith. I liked what he said/did.
There was no one in the room but Dud and Faith. I liked what he said/did.
Well, it makes for an interesting story at least ;)
It does..I mean just Faith, the Dud and US!
dirtmover
Verified Military
I wish TJ was a real person because I know what I would get he for a welcome to the MID gift. 
I wish TJ was a real person because I know what I would get he for a welcome to the MID gift.
In the story, it sounds like he's working on getting himself an Article-15 or a court-martial as a welcome gift.
At the same time though, CPT Faith says that since he's not a real person, any and all gifts should be addressed to a person who calls himself "Marauder06," whoever that is. And he sent this picture, not sure what it could mean:
You could also send him this... 
dirtmover
Verified Military
Nay my good friends I was thinking of a little desk ornament that had a small little bucket with the Sun Tzu passage on it lol. Good ole TJ reminds me of when I was young and brazen like that...though it doesn't go well when one is a specialist dealing with a SGT and a SFC lol. Still waiting to see what CPT faith's OER looks like from The Dud.
Faith doesn't have the Sun Tzu excerpt, he has the book, missing a page out of it.
Hm, I wonder if that was foreshadowing or anything...
dirtmover
Verified Military
I would get inscribed for him so it wouldn't be as easy to rip it lol. I hope our awesome but slow writer puts up the actual OER up. ;)
LibraryLady
Verified Military
- Joined
- Sep 7, 2006
- Messages
- 5,071
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? He was supposed to have this done before the semester started back up and now you're asking him to ADD to the story?
LL
Marauder06, 'Urry up.
Reed
Reed
The next few weeks were a blur of activity. MSG Marion was right; Faith never could have pulled it all off on his own.
During one of the early company training meetings, Faith laid out his vision for the MID, which specifically included a top-to-bottom renaissance of the SCIF and the MID company area. He started with what he termed Operation GROSS, which was the both-funny-and-witty acronym he developed for Get Rid Of Some Shit, and was also the word Faith thought best summed up the working environment of both the MID headquarters area in the old stockade complex as well as the inside of the SCIF. Tasks included shoveling years worth of accumulated pigeon poop and bat guano out of the cell block, shredding decades worth of classified papers, digital media, maps and map overlays, turning in piles of obsolete furniture and military equipment, and clearing out company’s share of deployment connex boxes.
Simultaneously with Operation GROSS, Faith conducted his preliminary change-of-command inventories. During one particularly memorable and unfortunately awkward moment, Faith went to supervise the opening of a small connex that no one wanted to claim. After cutting the lock, Faith looked on while a couple of troops from the MID cleared and inventoried the contents. There was the usual assortment of deployment items: spare weapons magazines, several cots, an assortment of DVDs, some communication-related equipment, and a small paper bag which ripped open as it was being handled. This last item disgorged a large, purple, phallic-shaped device that clattered to the floor. The Soldier who had handled the package looked at Faith, mortified. Faith looked over at MSG Reynolds, who was handling the inventory sheet.
“You reckon that’s on the company hand receipt?” Faith asked Marion, looking down at what was clearly a massive dildo. Marion, seeing Faith’s expression, knew he was joking.
“Don’t know sir, for someone that might have been a mission-critical item,” he replied, deadpan.
“Want me to have Specialist Smith there check it for a serial number?” Specialist Smith did not look pleased with that idea.
“Nah,” Faith replied, “It’s probably Class IX expendible.”
“Probably more like Class VI, sir,” Marion answered.
“Well played, Master Sergeant,” Faith said in admiration.
“Well, don’t just stand there, Smith,” Marion snapped. “Get that thing tossed in the trash and let’s finish up this inventory.” Smith used the remnants of the paper bag to gingerly pick up the dildo and, holding it as far away as possible from his body, took it over to the trash and tossed it in.
“You know,” Marion said to Faith after Smith was out of earshot, “the funny thing is, based on the stuff that was in here I think this was a SOT-A box.”
“Aren’t all the SOT-As male?” Faith inquired.
“Yep.”
“Nice,” was all Faith could think to say.
During one of the early company training meetings, Faith laid out his vision for the MID, which specifically included a top-to-bottom renaissance of the SCIF and the MID company area. He started with what he termed Operation GROSS, which was the both-funny-and-witty acronym he developed for Get Rid Of Some Shit, and was also the word Faith thought best summed up the working environment of both the MID headquarters area in the old stockade complex as well as the inside of the SCIF. Tasks included shoveling years worth of accumulated pigeon poop and bat guano out of the cell block, shredding decades worth of classified papers, digital media, maps and map overlays, turning in piles of obsolete furniture and military equipment, and clearing out company’s share of deployment connex boxes.
Simultaneously with Operation GROSS, Faith conducted his preliminary change-of-command inventories. During one particularly memorable and unfortunately awkward moment, Faith went to supervise the opening of a small connex that no one wanted to claim. After cutting the lock, Faith looked on while a couple of troops from the MID cleared and inventoried the contents. There was the usual assortment of deployment items: spare weapons magazines, several cots, an assortment of DVDs, some communication-related equipment, and a small paper bag which ripped open as it was being handled. This last item disgorged a large, purple, phallic-shaped device that clattered to the floor. The Soldier who had handled the package looked at Faith, mortified. Faith looked over at MSG Reynolds, who was handling the inventory sheet.
“You reckon that’s on the company hand receipt?” Faith asked Marion, looking down at what was clearly a massive dildo. Marion, seeing Faith’s expression, knew he was joking.
“Don’t know sir, for someone that might have been a mission-critical item,” he replied, deadpan.
“Want me to have Specialist Smith there check it for a serial number?” Specialist Smith did not look pleased with that idea.
“Nah,” Faith replied, “It’s probably Class IX expendible.”
“Probably more like Class VI, sir,” Marion answered.
“Well played, Master Sergeant,” Faith said in admiration.
“Well, don’t just stand there, Smith,” Marion snapped. “Get that thing tossed in the trash and let’s finish up this inventory.” Smith used the remnants of the paper bag to gingerly pick up the dildo and, holding it as far away as possible from his body, took it over to the trash and tossed it in.
“You know,” Marion said to Faith after Smith was out of earshot, “the funny thing is, based on the stuff that was in here I think this was a SOT-A box.”
“Aren’t all the SOT-As male?” Faith inquired.
“Yep.”
“Nice,” was all Faith could think to say.
Similar threads
