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Military Roll Call! Veterans, GTFIH!
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A quick memory from my time in the Suck.
I was with my company doing training exercises that required us to be at 29 Palms, Ellis Air Force Base and then finally a joint service / branch exercise at Yuma Arizona before heading out to Iraqi. The guys I was with went and got *some* beers to drink while sitting around doing nothing but holding our dicks in our hands in the AM shifts. So were all hanging out in this shit hole of a two story small red clay cluster fuck shelled out building listening to comms. We start playing spades and drinking. We get bored and piss drunk after a few long games (plus temper's get real hot when you run a river on a team, seriously Marines take card games wwaaayyy too fucking seriously) So we end up finding some golf clubs and several dozen golf balls, in a whiskey locker....
About 100 yards from our little shit hole we see several *BIG* satellite towers. And like any good Marines we attacked / recon'd the area. So we end up climbing up the ladder and find that if we hull some boxes up with us we can actually climb into the bowl of the big satellite dishes. Once we get up there we start whacking golf balls off the dish. About 10 mins later in the distance we see a couple Humvee's kicking up dirt in a hurry towards our direction. FML it's the Military MPs. So the Sargent of the Guard is pretty fucking fired up and screaming at us via a mega phone. I decided in my infinite Lance Corporal wisdom that pissing on the Sargent of the Guard seems like a great idea to get him to shut up. Turns out it worked out better then I thought until he pulled out his pistol on me after that. So me and the other devil dogs end up spending the night in the brig. (before we were persuaded to finally come down from the dish we all threw our beer bottles at the Sargent of the Guard, who then returned *warning shots* in our general direction)
Next morning our company Gunnery Sargent comes over and picks us up. He is screaming mad, flipping shit over, overall making a big scene. The First Lieutenant seems pretty pleased and releases us to our SNCOIC with the promise that all of us are going to get NJP'd once we get back to our command. So were all dragging ourselves into the Ford Econo van thinking fuck, no libo, half pay, and shit rations for food for the next month. To all of our surprise when Gunny gets in the van and starts driving away, he turns back and looks at all of us and then starts laughing his ass off. He tells us we disrupted comms between the Air force jets doing practice sorties, he said the pilots thought they were getting shot at every time we must of whacked a ball off the damn dish. Said the Air force boys were shitting their pants. Not to only mention that when he heard we had pissed and poured beer on the MP(s) he knew he couldn't punish us. (Seriously the most hated guys in the Military is the MPs, ask anyone of any branch of service, those poor bastards are hated from the lowly private all the way up to the Sargent Major.)
So that's my quick little brush with NJP and satellites. Cheers!
I was with my company doing training exercises that required us to be at 29 Palms, Ellis Air Force Base and then finally a joint service / branch exercise at Yuma Arizona before heading out to Iraqi. The guys I was with went and got *some* beers to drink while sitting around doing nothing but holding our dicks in our hands in the AM shifts. So were all hanging out in this shit hole of a two story small red clay cluster fuck shelled out building listening to comms. We start playing spades and drinking. We get bored and piss drunk after a few long games (plus temper's get real hot when you run a river on a team, seriously Marines take card games wwaaayyy too fucking seriously) So we end up finding some golf clubs and several dozen golf balls, in a whiskey locker....
About 100 yards from our little shit hole we see several *BIG* satellite towers. And like any good Marines we attacked / recon'd the area. So we end up climbing up the ladder and find that if we hull some boxes up with us we can actually climb into the bowl of the big satellite dishes. Once we get up there we start whacking golf balls off the dish. About 10 mins later in the distance we see a couple Humvee's kicking up dirt in a hurry towards our direction. FML it's the Military MPs. So the Sargent of the Guard is pretty fucking fired up and screaming at us via a mega phone. I decided in my infinite Lance Corporal wisdom that pissing on the Sargent of the Guard seems like a great idea to get him to shut up. Turns out it worked out better then I thought until he pulled out his pistol on me after that. So me and the other devil dogs end up spending the night in the brig. (before we were persuaded to finally come down from the dish we all threw our beer bottles at the Sargent of the Guard, who then returned *warning shots* in our general direction)
Next morning our company Gunnery Sargent comes over and picks us up. He is screaming mad, flipping shit over, overall making a big scene. The First Lieutenant seems pretty pleased and releases us to our SNCOIC with the promise that all of us are going to get NJP'd once we get back to our command. So were all dragging ourselves into the Ford Econo van thinking fuck, no libo, half pay, and shit rations for food for the next month. To all of our surprise when Gunny gets in the van and starts driving away, he turns back and looks at all of us and then starts laughing his ass off. He tells us we disrupted comms between the Air force jets doing practice sorties, he said the pilots thought they were getting shot at every time we must of whacked a ball off the damn dish. Said the Air force boys were shitting their pants. Not to only mention that when he heard we had pissed and poured beer on the MP(s) he knew he couldn't punish us. (Seriously the most hated guys in the Military is the MPs, ask anyone of any branch of service, those poor bastards are hated from the lowly private all the way up to the Sargent Major.)
So that's my quick little brush with NJP and satellites. Cheers!
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read thru the thread....@evansusmc2 we were in sameson the same time. did you stay in the hotels or were you in that open squad bay with the other 100 something marines that always reaked of piss and shit?
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I'm a Golden Shellback. Happens when you cross the equator twice. Means I get to tag team mermaids with Poseidon in Davey Jones' Locker. Or something...
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Another quickie,
Back in conus before being released every Friday mid day, we would have a company formation where the Sargent Major would addressed us for our safety standown brief before releasing us to libo.
O'l Sargent Major Johnson. Skin tanned and cracked like leather, face made out of worn-out old oak wood, fat lip full of chew. Everyone loved his safety standown (of course it wouldn't fly now sadly)
He would say 3 simple things in the thickest southern Alabama drawl you ever heard...., "Don't drink and drive, Don't smoke no crack, Don't suck no dick, dismissed!"
*sigh* miss the good ol days.
Back in conus before being released every Friday mid day, we would have a company formation where the Sargent Major would addressed us for our safety standown brief before releasing us to libo.
O'l Sargent Major Johnson. Skin tanned and cracked like leather, face made out of worn-out old oak wood, fat lip full of chew. Everyone loved his safety standown (of course it wouldn't fly now sadly)
He would say 3 simple things in the thickest southern Alabama drawl you ever heard...., "Don't drink and drive, Don't smoke no crack, Don't suck no dick, dismissed!"
*sigh* miss the good ol days.
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what does "wog" mean?
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Oh jesus... you just jolted some harsh flash backs. Yep I was in that large open bay. Nothing to this day was worse than those living conditions. And the wooden make shift toilets located about 50 meters from that building were horrible too. Just black trash bags under the toilet seats.
I remember our chaplain having a long talk with our CO about it. Because we were suppose to stay in hotels but the CO just wasn't sure about the budget.
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Pollywog, someone that hasn't become a trusty shellback by crossing the equator.
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Golden Shellback is crossing the equator and the international date line simultaneously.
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You're right. Everyone on my ship who did it twice called themselves Golden. No idea why. Is there another name for that status?
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Its something that the Navy and Marines got rid off because cracking down on hazing. It was a hazing ritual for Sailors and Marines when they crossed the equator for the first time.
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Which is truly ashame. No body is supposed to be above anyone or earn any status because it might hurt someone's feelings.
I'm very against physically hurting people and the PO,s are supposed to keep that from happening. However things like shellback and other rights of passage build comradery among the crew.
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I was a Personal Clerk in the Marines. They use to put a certificate for the shellback in the SRB(service record book). I went in 1996. I remember when I was boot my unit started to remove them from the SRB and give them back to the Marines.
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