Not a "meme" per se but still funny.

Dear Ma and Pa:

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake . I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,

Alice

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Every damn day.

I feel bad for the active guys. No hobbyists show up at my real job and do it better than I do.

Went looking for this for another thread and thought it was appropriate here too.  With "fond" memories of flipping through casualty cards before MILES training, you're now broke dick.  Nominally Literally:

Harsh, very harsh.

Poor cav scouts, even though they are basically infantry and sorta armor, they just get no respect.

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It's not Taco Bell, but it's pretty good. Providing they get the order right this time.

True...unless you are going to the field and your C bag is in the truck behind you. On deployments, the risk goes up. My unit had an entire ISU-90 emptied when it went through Pakistan. When it got back to Bragg, it still had the customs seals and the metal locker things for the doors attached. When they opened it up, it was filled with sandbags. All the tuffboxes were gone.

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They're ordering McBorscht.

Wait, was that in 1992?  I saw that incident.  My infantry company (D 4/6 INF) was one unit over from that company.

I grew up in Southern Pines just a few miles from Bragg. When the weather was the nastiest
and most unpleasant artillery constantly was firing. The knick knacks had a tendency to
walk around and off of shelves.

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I lost it!   Fuck yeah dad,!

Ok, Navy guys Help me with this one?

It was!

Got any more details?

We were still in the field and didn’t get all the info til we got back.

This is what I'm tracking:  Red stripes get converted to gold with 12 years good behavior.  E-9 with a lot of years, and still red stripes.

So, red stripe Master Chief has more then 40 years service.  Got to be pushing 60.  Probably reaching max retirement age.

That's only half the story. You need 12 years of no NJP to wear gold stripes on blues. He's had an NJP or something like that in the last 12 years. I can only think of one master chief I knew like that. Master Chief Allen, if you're still alive and kicking, I hope you can still enjoy a few beers.

So red stripes are a badge of honor?

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Why is the stairwell female only?

Because there's a female barracks up there.

In a way, yes.

It would have been a good test to erroneously put "you're" on the sign instead and see who had the balls to point it out.  

$40 buys you a B- blowjob and chlamydia.

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What they told us when I was with 18th Corps in the late 70s was that the class VI at Bragg sold as much alcohol as the rest of the class VI worldwide.

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must be a training pic - he's got a blue gun

There is so much truth to this. Except the field drill part. I always preferred field drills to home station drills. But the part about how senior leadership is in meetings all fucking day and we can't go home? Nailed it. I don't give a shit that you cleaned and turned in all your equipment. I don't give a shit that the newest private has all the CTT training memorized and gives the classes along with everyone else. No, you can't do mount mortar drills in the motor pool, you'll get the gun dirty. Oh, and we're missing an MBITR so no one goes home until we find it. No, I don't give a fuck that only like three of them were issued to the company. No, I don't give a fuck that one of the LTs that had one went home around lunch and hasn't been seen since. {six hours later} Yup, looks like the LT brought it home. You can all go now.

I'm not homosexual. I'm only field gay.