skating desert-thin ice
This beaut by way of Diane over at an unfound door, and Diane sharing her own heartfelt tribute to veterans. Salute Diane. And thx for the luv.
Short-timers' Day, apropos, is best commemorated with nudity and obscenity and bowels full of liquor and flipping the Man the bird and if they don't get that, flash 'em the bottom of yur boots. The Man understands the boot. If only we did... I fear we're doomed to learn The Way of the Boot the hard way. What is the sound of one boot stomping?
If you want a picture of the future imagine a boot stomping on a human face... forever.
- George Orwell, 1984
posted by american short-timer at Sunday, November 13, 2005
10 Comments:
You LT sounds like he's at the end of his rope. haha to him! I hope when you get out of there you start naming names. Hell, I wish I could remember some of the assholes I met!
Oh, AST... that insane, overwhelming, driving, ineluctable force to speak out, to synaptically revolt, to twist and turn and mentally somesault, to take the bastards with you as you gyrate and pyke and tuck, the gymnasium hall spinning around you... I do hope you land on your feet for a 9.9. I do hope they land on their collective arse for a nul point!
Charlie
Thx guys!
Sara... you crack me up. Get busy writing Sara... you've got the touch. I mean that.
Charlie: I don't mind landing on my head anymore. Pain aside, brain-rambling shit does wonderful things to your perception of what you think you know. Secretly... I'm always hopin' to land on my head. Just hard enough to realize how god-friggin' retarded I are.
Snag: You so nailed it on the short-timer thing man. Totally. TO-TAL-LY.
I feel the same way man. It's a statistical thing. Remember back to Basic? People making fun of the so-called military stereotypes. Thing is, you start to realize... it's all true. There's the retard, the country boy, the redneck, the gangbanger, the smartass... going in I always figured myself Mr. Super Hardcore... the military set me crooked on that account: realizing I got the role of smartass was a bitter pill to swallow... ah fuck it. It was in my nature. I was too goddamned stupid to realize it. I've come across short-timer's intermittently. Seems every unit's got about one, or two. You find more in units with serious, I mean SERIOUS leadership issues... but other than that... waddaya do? Fuck with the lifers, dodge shit, and make the best of things. Once you get past the insanity and death and extremes in human suffering... the military is a pretty friggin' hilarious place to be... from a distance of 6000 miles and out. Shit , you guys all know. Preachin' to the converted. Never mind. THX man!!!
As a self confessed "oppinionated bitch" who is "fundamentally incapable of not ranting..." I feel you, man.
Rage! Rage against the dying of the light!
Thanks for the plug, man. Stay safe.
this is some good shit. glad i came across your sight. stay safe.
I came across you via a link on AMERICAblog-- hilarious! Had to call my vet buddy to share. keep up the good work-- stay safe.
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You are certainly a skilled wordsmith, Joe. Keep writing as skillfully as you can. Because if you cop the same attitude with your next employer, perhaps all you'll have to fall back on is your writing skill to pay your bills. Remember, there are assholes everywhere in this world...you can't avoid them. Somehow, I think you have the presence of mind to navigate the bullshit. Good luck. BTW, there is no "I" in team...and there ain't no "WE" either.
It sounds like your unit is filled with a bunch of chumps...hierarchy and soldiers both. Are you Nasty Guard or some shit? A bunch of dumbass, sycophantic officers leading a bunch of pissed off Joes. Take care of yourself and keep your head down.
"...and remember, there is no I in team. But there is an I in pie. And there is an I in meat pie. And meat is the anagram of team.... oh nevermind." --Shaun of the Dead
....That's so true it's funny...
Your blog is painfully brilliant and ascerbically funny. Glad that through blogs such as yours, us fat-ass, tv-watching, war-mongering Americans can glimpse the realities on the ground in Iraq. Though bites of our ding-dongs, of course. I will pass this around to my friends who continue to do our vocal part to see you all come home safely. You have people from afar who are looking out for you!
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