Military Memes

For all my fellow veterans out there....
I stole this from another
veteran's site I follow. But it is relevant to us all.
Very well written by a fellow veteran.
We Are Veterans.

We left home as teenagers for an unknown adventure. We loved our country enough to defend it and protect it with our own life. We said goodbye to friends and family and everything we knew. We learned the basics and then we scattered in the wind to the far corners of the Earth. We found new friends and new family. We became brothers and sisters. We had plenty of good times, and plenty of bad times. We didn’t get enough sleep. We smoked and drank too much. We picked up both good and bad habits. We worked hard and played harder. We didn’t earn a great wage. We experienced the happiness of mail call and the sadness of missing important events. We didn’t know when or even if we were ever going to see home again. We grew up fast, and yet somehow, we never grew up at all. We fought for our freedom as well as the freedom of others. Some of us saw actual combat, and some of us didn’t. Some of us saw the world, and some of us didn’t. Some of us dealt with physical warfare, most of us dealt with psychological warfare. We have seen and experienced and dealt with things that we can’t fully describe or explain. Not all of our sacrifices were physical. We participated in time honored ceremonies and rituals with each other, strengthening our bonds and camaraderie. We counted on each other to get our job done and sometimes to survive it at all. We have dealt with victory and tragedy. We have celebrated and mourned. We lost a few along the way. When our adventure was over, some of us went back home, some of us started somewhere new. Some of us never came home at all. We have told amazing and hilarious stories of our exploits and adventures. We share an unspoken bond with each other that most people don’t have, and few will understand. We speak highly of our own branch of service, and poke fun at the other branches. But we know that if needed, we will be there for our brothers and sisters and stand together as one in a heartbeat. Being a veteran is something that had to be earned, and it can never be taken away. It has no monetary value, but at the same time it is a priceless gift. People see a veteran and they thank them for their service. When we see each other, we give that little upwards head nod, or a slight smile, knowing that we have shared and experienced things that most people have not. So, from myself to the rest of the veterans out there, I commend and thank you for all that you have done and sacrificed for your country. Try to remember the good times and forget the bad times. Share your stories. But most importantly, stand tall and proud, for you have earned the right to be called a Veteran.
When I was in the service, there were guys there that was given an option by a judge to go to jail and do their time for their crime or go into the military.

About the time I joined they were just stopping that. But I knew a few guys who were given that option.

In the early 80's when things were BAD for recruitment if you could walk, they'd just about let anyone in. We had some pet rocks let me tell you. Had this one kid who was a roommate with my other roommate for about 3 weeks until we both told our 1SG we were going to kill the kid.
He was a slob and because of this our room failed inspections 3 weeks in a row. If you failed during the week you had to whitewash your room on the weekend. And I mean move everything including your wall lockers outside and then scrub from top to bottom.
Then the final straw was this kid got drunk and came back to the room and laid down on my bunk first and threw up all over it then moved to my other roommate's bunk and did the same.
So the 1SG moved him out and put him into his own room. Then about 3 weeks after that were having a BIG command general inspection. So the general comes to his room and starts asking him questions. Since he was a young private, he asked him what had made him want to join the Army?
He replies, my parents were always raggin my ass about not having a job and because of that they wanted me to keep my room clean and do chores around the house like mow the lawn, sweep & mop the floors, take out the garbage and other stuff like that. You should have seen the generals face. It was all me and my roommate could do not to bust out laughing and rolling on the floor. The good part was after that the general turned around and left so our room never got inspected.

From what I'm hearing their hitting even lower recruiting numbers now, so I feel for those who have to deal with this shit now.
When I was stationed in Maine, precomming a ship, the maids (I know right!) refused to clean our baby doc's (junior corpsman) room so I went to check it out.
Kid was a gamer and wouldn't leave his computer while he was gaming, so he'd piss in a 2 liter mountain dew bottle till it was full. He must have had about 80 liters of piss stashed all over the room and about 15 dildos of various sizes, all still nasty.
Room smelled like a sewer.
When he started talking shit I grabbed his shirt and accidentally ripped his nipple rings out.
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T'was the night before Christmas
He lived all alone, in a one bedroom house
made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
with presents to give
To see just who,
in this dwelling did live.

I looked around
A strange sight to see
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

On the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.
Medals 'n badges, awards of every kind;
A sobering thought came alive in my mind.

This house was different...
it was dark, it was dreary.
I had found the home of a soldier,
I could see that most clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, Alone; Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home.

His face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder;
Not at all how I pictured
a brave, courageous, soldier.

Was this the hero
of whom I'd just read;
Curled up on a poncho,
the floor for a bed?

Then I realized the other families
I saw this night,
Owed their lives to soldiers
Who were willing to fight.

In the morning, round the world,
Children would play;
Grown-ups would celebrate
A bright Christmas Day.

But they all enjoy freedom
Each month of the year,
Because of soldiers
Like the one lying here.

I couldn't help but wonder
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve
In lands far from home.

The very thought
Brought a tear to my eyes;
I dropped to my knees,
I started to cry.

The soldier awakened
I heard his rough voice,
"Santa don't cry,
This life is MY Choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more;
My life is my God,
My country, My corps."

The soldier rolled over,
and drifted to sleep.
But, I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still;
As both of us shivered
From the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave him
On that cold, dark night;
This guardian of honour,
So willing to fight.

Then, the soldier rolled over,
In a voice soft and pure,
He whispered, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure."

One look at my watch,
I knew he was right:
Merry Christmas my friend,
May God bless you this night.

Marine Corps Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt 1986

Source: With a slight change of working, this poem has become known as - "A Soldier's Silent Night"

The original poem "Merry Christmas, My Friend"