I stand corrected.LOL. You were not there obviously . Soldiers always do 2 things , gripe and complain LOL. About every thing.
I stand corrected.LOL. You were not there obviously . Soldiers always do 2 things , gripe and complain LOL. About every thing.
Oh gawd the dotsSure there is, it's called a Spot although you can mostly ignore them (not yet graduated academy students).
Hollywood soldiers didn’t *****. Then old dogfaces bitched I imagine one way or another. The suck is the suckI'd take a SCAR 17, have no problem with them. Hell, I'd be plenty happy with an AK. Don't really care; I wouldn't plan on much sneaking around through the neighbors bushes, looking to get shot, so I'm not too concerned with the weight of my rifle.
What happened to our grandparent's generation? You know, the one that lugged a railroad tie that took emblocs all across Europe and from island to island? Never heard them b*tch about weight.
A bitching soldier is a happy soldier or at least that’s how the saying wentLOL. You were not there obviously . Soldiers always do 2 things , gripe and complain LOL. About every thing.
Except the Corporal stripes assigned to keep said butter ball out of trouble!!That was the absolute most fun I ever had. The LT was full of piss and vinegar and up for anything LOL. He was mis-assigned to our unit and just did a ride along to field training with us. Great dude and I am sure where ever he ended up he was a great asset to his unit!Mentally, nothing weighs more than an Academy butter bar!
He has the look of a dumb@ss tweaker.Come on man , he just wants to be cool. He cannot help if he is a dork with no cap etiquette !!
Absolutly, IExcept the Corporal stripes assigned to keep said butter ball out of trouble!!That was the absolute most fun I ever had. The LT was full of piss and vinegar and up for anything LOL. He was mis-assigned to our unit and just did a ride along to field training with us. Great dude and I am sure where ever he ended up he was a great asset to his unit!
Oh they bitched about it and everything else. Difference is they had something to botch about. None of this featherweight rifle or powderpuff pistol. They carried a wood and steel rifle with ammo you actully had to aim. Not just spray the field. Heck most of the guys whining now never had to eat a can of C-rats eggs or ham & muther______s. I did try some C rations when I was a kid and new then and there, I was not that tough.I'd take a SCAR 17, have no problem with them. Hell, I'd be plenty happy with an AK. Don't really care; I wouldn't plan on much sneaking around through the neighbors bushes, looking to get shot, so I'm not too concerned with the weight of my rifle.
What happened to our grandparent's generation? You know, the one that lugged a railroad tie that took emblocs all across Europe and from island to island? Never heard them b*tch about weight.
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