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Amidst all the fighting the "company clerk" is furiously typing up Article 15's for everyone and anyone who's thrown a tomatoe, beer bottle, lemon slice, etc. on his old Royal Manual typewriter...(electrics weren't invented when he was active duty) With a gasp he discoveries that he has run out of carbon paper and is last seen heading for the Orderly Room...
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pharmann17.......hey bud...forget about that 20 spot you owe me ok?
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OK, two quick points.....
Why waste stun grenades on swab jockys, they seem pretty clueless on a good day.
Our old unit clerk would never retreat, he would backspace.
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Hey Deep,
Don't be too envious of Lane, Rose is ugly enough to give a bottle of aspirin a headache, Annabell's face could stop an eight day clock, and Cookie's last name is monster.
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*sneaks to the typewriter and places drops of super glue on top of the keys*
pharmman17 ahhhhh....about that 100 bucks you land me, what do you say we make it 200...to pay for the...huh...interest rate...
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what's ugly got to do with anything?
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You might have a point there...but we jokeys sometimes forget to lower the visor and get eye problems
so we have to haaaa ....feel with our hands
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This is getting nasty (and fun).....they're in the wire boys, load bee hive.
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On a serious note, to all of you non-military types who are reading these posts keep two things in mind:
First - Nothing you read here is very far from the truth,
Second - After the fight is over, if any ground pounder, jar head, jet jockey, or swabbie needed help:
Deepblue would clip the tree tops with his F16 to get low enough to keep him in sight.
The snake eater and his pals would dust things up in a heart beat to keep the bad guys busy
I can dangle in that hoist all day if I have to looking for a place to put down
The Navy and Marine pilots will stay on station on fumes if necessary providing top cover.
We all knew it then, and know it now, just thought I should point that out.
Now back to the fight, resorting to a weapon of mass destruction, Vietvettwo pulls out a C-ration can of pork slices and lima beans, throws it in the center of the room, and watches as everyone runs in panic.
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lane escalates the stakes, grabs the c-ration peanut butter tin and tosses it in the burning honey pot. Run Lane Run!