Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Deployed Marine Writes (A MUST READ for those who have "been there")









 


HELL YEAH!!!

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My comment: Damn Straight!

One Marine's View

We don't know how good we have it - Life is hard; it's harder if you're
stupid.

Posted: 29 Jun 2011 08:01 AM PDT

Honor

Seriously? I was finishing up cup 11 or 12 of the black nectar of the
goods coffee the other morning and gleamed over an article here about
some cry-baby kid not wanting to go to "camp" during the summer. After I
threw up a little bit in my mouth I thought Americans, especially High
Schoolers and below have no freaking idea how good we have it.
Apparently the fact that the weak ass parents of this kid that felt like
she was being "attacked" by a 9-year old is so pathetic and a true
reflection of how our milk-toast society is still nursing their kids
....for the love of God, cut them off and make them be 9 year olds...
Fk! No wonder the Chinese are laughing at America! (throws coffee cup at
random jogger)

With all of our little ankle biters becoming so obese by sitting and
feeding on crap in front of the TV, no wonder little Sally in the above
mention article didn't want to breath fresh air. Camp? Are you shitting
me? I'm in the wrong business. I should open the "Maj Pain" Camp. We
could do rowing time trials. Motivator to get a fast time? Fresh Water
Alligators in the water of course.

On a serious note, Americans and I say this including Sally's parents,
have no concept how good we have it and just how bad it can get in
America. I would Looooooooooooooooooooooooove to take any High School
graduating Seniors to Helmand Province or hell, anywhere in Afg and let
them live among the locals in some crap hole mud hut. I bet within 10
min of leaving for Afg (not even there yet) bitchin would commence about
the rumours of no TV etc. Sad. Our society is crumbling from within. We
have steely eyed Marines (17 yr olds) working their ass off seeing
firsthand how lucky we are in America. I would love to put that 17 yr
old Marine in charge of those Seniors and have him record the blood
clotting crying that would commence and yet know how to keep them alive.
There's no running water here...there's no electricity here...these
goats smell....you want me to eat that goat?.....where do I plug in my
electronics? Where is my bed?

The problem is these milk toast kids are going to be adults one day and
I hope we don't hurt their feeling when we ask them to contribute to
society. That's really cool you're a "career" student but one day you
are going to have to move out of your parents house and get a real F'ing
job. I know you will expect to make 6 figures right off the bat because
you have been in school most of your life but taaadaaa, reality of life
has just hit you, now go sweep out the restrooms and tuck in your shirt.

At first I didn't think much of it when I told people about the living
conditions of your infantry war fighter (not the ones at the gigantic
FOBs with Greenbean coffee trailers every 50 ft) I mean the fire eaters
patrolling their asses off every day in remote outposts. Then when I
explained that they live in crap holes (like horse stables-old testament
stuff) they looked sceptical and thought every Lance Corporal had their
own air conditioned trailer....hmmmm not exactly. Remote outposts are
usually bombed out buildings with no roof, animal waste everywhere you
know the basic crap hole accommodations. Yes, that's where your warriors
are calling home. Can you just imagine the young American sitting cross
legged in some hay covered floor with mice and goat shit everywhere
asking where the couch was? Well billy, you don't get couches here and
furthermore you can't go outside because Mr Sniper is waiting for you to
poke your head out and yes if you want to poop, poop in that plastic bag
we gave you when you arrived and tie a knot in the top so it doesn't
spill out. We will take it to the burn pit later tonight after we knock
off Mr Sniper.

We are soft America. I know some are going to say but "Pain" you all are
Marines you love pooping in plastic bags and being miserable, that's
what helps you be so mean. True, there is a certain freedom of pooping
outside in a plastic bag, however, we do love the opportunity to upgrade
to port-a-johns any chance we get. Nothing like hanging out in the
port-a-john with 2,000 flys underneath you in the 110 degree
temps.....it will make you see Elvis...trust me on this one.

Short of loading your local C-130 up with the class of 2011 and then
heloing them into outpost shithole, I'm not sure how to make our young
Americans appreciate what they have. If they would appreciate it,
perhaps they would take care of our America, be a contribution, stay out
of gangs etc and the like. Perhaps it starts with the Parents like in
the above mentioned article. If that mom said let me here you bitch one
more time about camp....and crushed right there, trust me, she wouldn't
have had to listen to the follow on "attacks" (I still can't read
without laughing...man were fkd) from her 9- year old.

For all of you "know it alls" 9 through whatever age doesn't go to Camp
anymore, one day is going to come where your entire life gets turned
upside down. Hopefully that's when the oh shit light will come on and
you have to make a decision. Until then, it's up to your Parents to give
you the tools you need to survive, like strong morals, integrity, a
spine and the ability for you to be a contribution to society.
Regardless of where you come from, if you think you have a free train
coming, you might want to repeat your last grade. All of those out there
who have already figured this out, look to your right and left and help
you buddy out. Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid. John Wayne

Time for a CGar!

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