Position Other than Grunt.  POG.  You sound like you fit in just perfectly with the 82nd.

1984 here... E Co 2/2  Mad Dogs!!!

2nd day of basic,the DI's took the company to see Red Dawn at the post theatre..Closed down the snack bar,but was still cool.

63A!! FTW!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfUP516Zoaw&feature=related

Real Real Old Soldiers went through Ft. Ord in 1960.
Then gave their Blue cord to their son's durning the Turning Blue Ceremony in 1994 at Sand Hill.

thanks for serving my brother!

Yes, we always make room for our Marine grunt brothers.

I thought the blue cords were for their Anal Beads

In typical ARFCOM fashion... I was both Infantry(Signal attached to INF.) and Arty. After OCS I was scheduled for Ranger school, sadly I was permantly injured in training and my Army career was gone. I envy you. I would have loved to be given the the chance at jumping. HOOAH!!

No.
King of Battle





M982 ER DPICM (Extended Range Dual Purpose Improved Conventional Munitions)  GPS-guided 155mm.  CEP = 4.5m  It will hit a family sedan from 25 miles away.

 
 
 

 
 
 

US Army Infantry 1981-1989

Everything else is support.

You have no idea what I was joking about do you? 2 regiments in the USMC actually wear shoulder cords (awarded during WWI)  
My memory was saying the 4th Marines, but it was the 4th Brigade, made up of the 5th and 6th Marines.


And to madcap I apologise, shoulda remembered the 4th as China Marines.

Let me bring this out again...

"In the beginning, God created the rock. And God said to the rock, "Let you be Infantry", and the rock replied, "Alas, I cannot, for I am not hard enough."

From the Gospel according to Saint Miles, Ground Pounder.

In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth and the Infantry.

And God looked upon the Infantry, saw that it was good, and said unto them "Thou art my chosen children. Take thou dominion over the Earth; over the fish of the Sea, the birds of the Air, and all of the Key Terrain".

And as a mark of His favor the Lord placed in the hands of the Infantry the sacred relics: the Apostolic Anti-Armor Weapon, the Catholic Claymore, and the Marian Machine Gun.
Likewise gaveth the Lord unto the Infantry the Rucksack of Repentance, the Radio of Redemption, the Rifle of Rectitude. Lastly, unto the Infantry, and most divine of all, the Lord gaveth the Holy Hand Grenade.

For the Infantry's sustenance the Lord declared "Four shall be thy food groups: Coffee, Tobacco, C-Rats, and Alcohol. Shun all other unclean food and drink."
And the Infantry dwelt in the land therein.

And time passed, and the Infantry cried out unto their God saying
"Lord, help us, for we are weary."

And God smiled upon the Infantry, for they were blessed. Then the Lord took the fattest and laziest of the Infantry and set them upon beasts of burden. And these He called Armored Cavalry. And as the Cavalry became fatter, lazier and heavier still they were known as Armor, or DAT's for short.
And the Lord looked down upon the Armor and saw that it was mediocre.
The Lord then said "Oh, well. Thou canst not win them all. Let them lead in case of landmines."

To the DAT's the Lord said "Quiche shall be thy food, and bottled water thy drink. Touch not the sacred chow of the Infantry."
And the Infantry and the Armor dwelt in the land therein.
And time passed and the Infantry cried out again unto their Lord saying
"Lord help us, for we are weary."

And God smiled again upon the Infantry, for they were his chosen. Then God took those of the Armor with butts like baseplates and breath like sulfur and tiny, tiny pee-pees and these He made Artillery. But God saw that the Artillery, too, was mediocre and said unto Himself, "Oh well, garbage in; garbage out."

Unto the Artillery He said "The big guns shall atone in part for thy diminutive other stature. Tryest thou not to hurt thyselves." To the Infantry the Lord said "When the night is darkest these shall light the way...more or less. When the approach is most open these shall, occasionally - with luck, confound the enemy's sight.
When thou callest for fire support these shall - eventually - provide it with high explosive, cluster munitions and, best of all, nukes."
Though the Lord cautioned the Infantry to never, never, never trust Tacfire or any other electronic computer in the hands of the Artillery.
And the Infantry, the Armor, and the Artillery dwelt in the land therein. Then the Artillery created the Air Defense Artillery; but quickly asked forgiveness.

And time passed and the Infantry called out yet again unto their God, saying
"Lord help us, for we are weary."

Again the Lord looked with favor upon the Infantry. He took those of the Armor, Artillery and Air Defense Artillery who most liked to play in the mud and these he made Combat Engineers, and those who dwelt in darkness and spoke in riddles and these he made Military Intelligence, and those with thieving hearts and these He made Quartermasters, and of those who neither sowed nor reaped and were most fond of hammering square pegs into round holes He made Adjutants General. Of those who liked to tinker with good equipment until it broke He made the Ordnance Corps.

Of those whose penchant was poison He made Cooks. Of those who ran around in circles He made the Transportation Corps. Of the least articulate He made Signalers. Of the mindlessly doctrinaire and arrogant He - reluctantly - created Military Police and Inspectors General (though the Lord admitted, to Himself, that He was probably only providing employment opportunities to Satan's minions). Of those who dealt in controlled substances He made the Medics and of those whose minds had been destroyed by the same made He the Chemical Corps.

Yea, the Lord of All filled up the MTOE.

And the Infantry, and the others, dwelt in the land therein.
Time passed, but yet, again, the Infantry cried out unto their God, saying,
"Lord, help us, for we are weary."

And the Heavens darkened, and the clouds gathered. The lightnings spake and the Infantry abased themselves before their God, for they were sore afraid.

And the Lord spoke with anger, asking "How canst thou yet be weary? Have I not made the Armor and the Artillery to support thee? Have I not made of the detritus of the Earth Quartermasters and Adjutants and Signalers and Transporters and a host of others to assist thee? Verily, have I not even made Military Intelligence, although it were a contradiction in terms?"
Humbly the Infantry abased themselves again before their God, crying,

"Lord, it is of these that we are weary."

If you don't mind me asking, what happened?

Exactly why my cord and wings are still in storage.  Hopefuly someday they will be passed on.  

Sand Hill, 1993, Co E 2/54

Army National Guard, most of it in Co G 143rd Infantry (LRS)

In Chess, the King doesn't do shit but try not to get captured.

Sand Hill 2001  C 1/19
82nd 2002-2005       B 1/504

This thread is gayer than these guys.

But on the battle field its kills incredible high numbers.

i smell a new private

"A" Grunt Supporter

not

"AN"

Grunts.

Sand Hill, October 1978 Thanks youn'gns for taking up the fight!

Well, no disrespect to the leg infantry for taking care of business; served with E Co. 2-7 In. from 92-95 and i have to admit i had fun playing infantry while working as a desk-pushing, chow-serving, ammo-truck driving, rifle-fixing supply puke. Then became a parking-ticket issuing, speed-trap shooting, drunk-tank manning MP for 9 more years and i came to realize any puke with a half a chromosome can become Infantry.

Nothing but love to you all, but I swear if i have to call your 1SG or Cdr because you are at the county drunk tank after raising hell at the local bar more than once; I will make sure your ass is on rock-painting detail for the rest of your time on post - and the PMO will back my ass up 200%.

(sorry, too many incidents with sdrunk soldiers off post in my 3-year stint at Garisson MP).

without ammo your just a bunch of ground pounding rocks toting black sticks...

1980 B-7-1 Sand Hill(Uncle Sam's home for wayward girls) .

Any one else know the rest of this one  

"Up jumped the monkey from the coconut grove"

 The smart ones went into the MP's and had ALL the women...

You just made me smile soldier.

 

Hell ya!  
B Co 1/4 1st Plt 2004-2006

Hi I just posted the poem on the Berlin Brigade site and sent it to the 6th Infantry Association.

How about this?

King of ruining sleep too,I might add.

<––-"King of Battle Here" ... I'm not in to walking. I much preferred my big ass truck and various toys that went along with said truck.





When we had the 155SP I did all my time driving the PLS.



Big target or not, I much preferred driving trucks around. And if the truck broke down, well then we'd be doing pretty much the same job anyhow

Sounds like a typical MP to me.

Grenade range. Range Sgt. was teaching noobs and they dropped it near me. I jumped( grenade went off) and was crushed by debris and soldiers. Ruptured 3 discs(no fliud in 2 discs) and destroyed my shoulder. I also lost 2 teeth(I looked like this guy<) Shoulder was repaired and they sent me to the University of Minnesota Ortho Surgeons(Chief Surgeon was ARMY/MPLS Veterans Affairs). They couldn't fix it because I have an allergy to metals.

Infantry may be the queen of battle, but armor is the chastity belt that keeps the bitch from getting raped!!

C-3-1 Sand Hill 1983

what companies in 325th air please.

Ya cant spell wimp without MP....alas they have chicks in their MOS...pogues...

So does Field Artillery.

+1

"If you ain't Cav, you ain't shit"

Scouts Out!

THAT'S OFFICER POGUE TO YOU, LEG.

Same here. Aug '86

Ah yes, the french forreigee (or however it's spelled)
I have one of those.

RED leg for life.....

and I was no cannon cocker...but a by god grid killing rocket jockey.....MLRS...steel rain for the win....

GO ORDNANCE!

Sandhill 07 D 2-54