It's okay, I'm a pilot. (Air Force Shenanigans)

Vat_69

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A funny tale floating around the pilot community.

"War is hell...

What is up Vanilla Faces?

It's time for the latest and greatest tale from the land of the permanent sun. Gird your loins, stock up on Valtrex and Gatorade & get your piddle packs ready, because this one is a doozy!

First off, allow me to preface all of this with an observation that may be obvious to some. Apparently, as one rises in the enlisted ranks, life becomes less and less about the kicking of ass, taking of names, and chewing of bubble gum. In fact, the closer one gets to the exalted rank of Chief, the more ones day revolves around completely losing your shit over relatively minor (and sometimes nonexistent) uniform infractions. Believe me when I say that Chiefs "losing their shit" is an understatement. We're talking completely bugfuck, batshit, "I'm-going-to-punch-you-in-the-face-till-you-stop-breathing-and-then-wear-your-face-like-a-mask-while-i-do-my-little-kooky-dance-if-you-don't-zip-your-pocket-shut" crazy. The troops here are more afraid of being 'Chiefed' than they are of the insurgents lobbing a rocket into the crapper while they're in the middle of dropping off some timber. I forwarded the email to some of y'all documenting the latest in the 36-2903 jihad; the wearing of 550 cord bracelets. Apparently, these are considered uber verboten due to them not being 'conservative' (conservative defined as gold or silver). Fun side note, an army field manual actually describes 550 cord bracelets thusly: "A paracord bracelet provides an easy way to carry a large amount of cord for an emergency, whether in combat, as an outdoor survival tool, or merely when a piece of equipment needs securing."

To date, people all around the Iraq have been at the receiving end of holy righteous fury for such treasonous infractions as:

-PT shirt not tucked in

-PT shirt too sweaty

-Socks too short

-Socks too long

-Socks wrong color

-Mustache too wide

-Mustache too long

-Mustache too scraggly

-Mustache too mustache-y outside of the month of March

-Riding a bike on the sidewalk (the only alternative being to drag it through 8-inch deep gravel & try not to eat shit)

-Wearing a two-piece bathing suit at the pool

-Wearing a feminine bathing suit at the pool

-Listening to music at the pool

-Listening to music outside

And the holy grail of all infractions:

-Not wearing your reflective belt

I could rant for a few more days about this, but it's really just background info. The newest big thing to come down from the senior NCO staff meetings, which I can only imagine look like a council of sith lords, plotting the destruction of innocent worlds, is the implementation of mandatory 5-minute 'combat showers'. It is into this WORLD that I now take you.

So there I was, no shit, enjoying my warm-ish Iraqi shower. I had just finished shampooing my mustache and was contemplating the wisdom of my recent Crocs purchase. You see Crocs, though phenomenally ridiculous & a mere molecule away from the Jellies of the 1980s, actually make excellent combat shower shoes. They are rather soft, so you don't crack your heels on the rocks. They are waterproof & drain well, which is good for obvious reasons. Finally, the sole is quite thick, which is essential when considering the living petri dish of athlete's foot & so-called "desert jellyfish" that live on the floors of the showers. As I stood there, attempting to avoid the ever-present vinyl embrace of the shower curtain, I couldn't help but notice that it was moving toward me even more than usual.

I nary had time to ponder the strangeness of this when to my surprise, a pale befreckled hand appeared and began its epic quest toward my ROZ (Restricted Operating Zone for you non-military types. Ladies. )

Now you have to understand that these shower stalls are quite confining, and remind me in many ways, of the tiny cell I lived in, with only a bag over my head for clothing and a Folgers can for company, in between beatings and forced labor at SERE school. So naturally, when I saw this little paw coming through my lower rathole door, I freaked right the fuck out.

Combine this with a tale I had recently heard about one of the hadjis on base that the girls had all nicknamed "Grab & Go". This nickname is clever for several reasons. First, in AF terms, a touch & go is when you do a practice landing and take right back off immediately afterwards. Grab & Go is the name of the 24-hour dining facility on base where you can run in, grab food quickly, then bounce. The ladies had named this enterprising young TCN "Grab & Go" because of his endearing habit of blitzing into the women's showers, throwing back curtains, and rapidly groping as much lady flesh as he could before bolting out the door. Now, I had heard this fine specimen of chivalry had been arrested, but having just sat through my briefing on the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell, I had quickly considered the possibility that a copycat Grab & Go of the "not-funny-haha, funny-queer"

persuasion was on the loose & on the hunt for junks to manhandle.

Naturally assuming that I was about to be the star of my own little Crying Game, I did the only thing I could think of. I lashed out with a wicked judy chop toward an area I assumed the offending Limnadians face would be.

I was pleasantly surprised when my curtain-covered-fist-of-justice made contact with something solid. The soul on the receiving end of that pimp-slap was not quite so pleased. In fact, the sound he made can only be described as a mixture of heart-stopping shock, noticeable surprise, and significant pain, all muffled by the aforementioned curtain-covered-fist-of-justice (or CCFOJ, pronounced "cock fudge") that was by now somewhere between his lips and his tonsils. I wish I could accurately convey that sound to all of you, but the best I can do is to say that it sort of sounded like:

"GALOOOMPFFFF!!!"

The next few seconds witnessed me quickly shut off the water, tear open the shower curtain that so recently had been the Robin to my pervert-stomping Batman, reach for my towel and wrap it quickly around my waist like a Spartan toga and give this finless brown trout my very best impersonation of Remo's "I-just-read-the-short-tour-credit-letter-and-I'm-going-to-punch-babies"

face. So it is with the image of me towering over this little fat dude in AF PTs, looking and feeling like a slightly less ripped King Leonidas in 300 (THIS IS. MY SHOWER!!), that I "politely" asked him what the fuck he was doing.

His response was to inform me that I was in violation of the 5-minute combat shower rule, which he had taken upon himself to enforce by attempting to turn off the water in my shower (an act I took to be a grievous airspace

violation) and he was going to report me for assault. My response to all of this would have brought tears to your eyes, peace to the world, and an end to world hunger. I unfortunately cannot remember exactly what I said to this wannabe Chief, so this is just a tribute (with approximately 69 fewer instances of the word "fuck"):

"Good sir, I shant think you shall reporteth me for assault, for I was merely defending myself, and as an American fighting man, thou can only expecteth me to support and defend mine giblets from all enemies, foreign & domestic. Furthermore, one could argue, friend, that you were attempting to sexually assaulteth me, and mine fragile psyche may never recover from such a violation. Also, thou seem to have championed a cause that is trivial at best, and unwinnable at worst. To put "saved 69,000 gallons of Iraqi water by infringing on sovereign penile territory" on thine performance report would not only bring shame upon thee and thine household for generations to come, but would likely giveth unwashed hippies worldwide yet another reason to defile the noble intentions of the conflict we find ourselves in. A conflict, that need I remindeth you, thou hast chosen to fight by groping genitalia instead of doing something that even remotely contributes to the war effort.

Lasty, and I assure thee that I cannot emphasize this point enough; I AM A MOTHERFUCKING PILOT AND I WILL SHOWER FOR AS LONG AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

Thou however, are quite clearly a cowardly shoe clerk with a split lip, a pregnant belly and nothing better to do than harass the executors of the mission that thou doth 'support'. So if you would do me the kindness of getting the prompt fuck out of mine face before I wedgeth my oh-so-comfortable and practical Crocs down your throat & up thy bung till they doth meet in the middle!"

So it was at the end of this exchange that Sergeant Sausage of the Shower Patrol scurried away to find another cause to champion. I trust it will likely be one where he sits in his cubicle for 6-7 hours a day, 4 days a week, with every Thursday off for "training", spending most of his time complaining about aircrew whilst insisting to all who will hear that he too is a WARRIOR and without his 'ceaseless' efforts, this mission would fail.

I meanwhile, got back in the shower and stood there under the running water for a solid 20 minutes. I even shampooed my mustache again.

Just because I could.

Too Da Roo, Muddafukkas!,

P.S. Desert Jellyfish = 8-ropers in the drain. Ladies."
 

Mac_NZ

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We had a canvas bag with a nozzle we used to put rusty water that smelt like feet into. We would hang it from a tree, stand on an old pallet and attempt to wash under the trickle that came out but inevitably it would run out when you still had soap suds under your armpits. Pouges used to come and take pictures of themselves in our shower to show mum and dad about the hard times even though they had hard standing showers with warm water.

The guy tells the story well and having seen some of the shenannigans at the DFAC I can see it happening.
 

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I think the story was funny, but I also think the guy writing it is a dick. You're special because you're a pilot? Oh, I see. I guess he never had to work somewhere where the water was rationed. Some people don't even get to take cold showers...

It's kind of ironic that in one thread we're complaining about all the rules we have to enforce discipline, yet in other threads we complain about lack of discipline and "toxic leaders." The two things are very closely related.
 

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I think the story was funny, but I also think the guy writing it is a dick. You're special because you're a pilot? Oh, I see. I guess he never had to work somewhere where the water was rationed. Some people don't even get to take cold showers...

It's kind of ironic that in one thread we're complaining about all the rules we have to enforce discipline, yet in other threads we complain about lack of discipline and "toxic leaders." The two things are very closely related.
I think that pilot piece was just thrown in for comedy and to highlight the divide between support and ops. I know alot of guys like this and we don't go around announcing we are pilots. That is a stereotype that we sometimes exploit for comedic relief. But yes, pilots are special. Short bus kinda special. We are legends in our own minds at least. :-"
 

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Hell if I was a CW3-4 pilot, I don’t think there is a person in the Army that would tell me damn thing without a “yeah okay dude” response. lol You don’t fuck with Chief and Chief wont fuck with you (and that normally has something to with getting support/supply on time). I thought the post was fucking funny as shit, although I can see where some of you guys are coming from, it’s still damn funny to me (especially the shampooing of the mustache).:thumbsup:

Been places where no shower, no shitter and not even a piss tube. But when I did make it back to a shower, there was no way in hell someone was going to tell me “in and out in 5 minutes”. And if some cock munch tried to reach in and turn my shower off (that was not a result of a joke my guys were playing on me) dude would find himself getting a beating. Don’t fuck with my Chow, Shit or Shower (especially when I probably just got the luxury back after a few weeks without).
 

amlove21

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That was some funny stuff right there. So many inside j0kes. Well done.

As for the "this guy is a douche and an ass cause he's a pilot and not special"- well, yea, duh. Anyone that says they are worth merit only on the basis of their given profession automatically gets placed in the "i wear popped collars out to the bar and overuse the word 'bro'" category. Pilots, just like anyone else, get caught in their incestuous little bubble, where they misunderstand the fact that there are tons of other people out there.

Still funny.
 

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That was some funny stuff right there. So many inside j0kes. Well done.

As for the "this guy is a douche and an ass cause he's a pilot and not special"- well, yea, duh. Anyone that says they are worth merit only on the basis of their given profession automatically gets placed in the "i wear popped collars out to the bar and overuse the word 'bro'" category. Pilots, just like anyone else, get caught in their incestuous little bubble, where they misunderstand the fact that there are tons of other people out there.

Still funny.

A couple of year ago I was a "doosh" for Halloween. I put on four pastel colored polo shirts and popped all the collars, bought aviators and put ona visor upside down. It was awesome, some people thought I was serious which led to me almost getting in some fisticuffs. Bit overall a good time.
 

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The pilot story made me lol, at least.

And I learned what a "desert jellyfish" is, so... bonus, I guess. ~the more you know

A couple of year ago I was a "doosh" for Halloween. I put on four pastel colored polo shirts and popped all the collars, bought aviators and put ona visor upside down. It was awesome, some people thought I was serious which led to me almost getting in some fisticuffs. Bit overall a good time.

Talk of douches and/or popped collars always makes me think of

 

ericinva

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Shower nazi deserved the beat down, and it's also good to to have confirmation on what USAF pilots really think about the enlisted slobs who support them.
 
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