See...what had happened was...

[SSG Snuggle Bunny]

Some may remember I tore out my arm last year while at Ft Sam Houston to RE-acquire my original MOS as a medic. Apparently in the 20 some odd years since my original enlistment the army stopped applying leeches. Crazy, I know! Well, I recuperated and had to go back to finish only this time I attended a different course that was A) only for prior service and B) not 16 weeks long.

Part of the training involved a field training exercise (FTX) wherein we had to apply our skills. As fate would have it we were training alongside an ANCOC (advanced NCO course, pronounced "ay-nock") class for a bunch of pogue admin types who liked to shoot off their mouths about how we're just a bunch of dumb medics (although half of us--myself included--have previous infantry experience). Apparently they did not approve of our MOUT and open terrain tactics.

OK fine. All them E-6's and E-7's are so-o-o-o much smarterer than we is.

Until you creep into their manuever area under cover of darkness across 500 meters of open terrain while they were running roving patrols to relieve them of 3 weapons and a radio and stopped their van and when the others ran up to stop us we jumped off the road and disappeared into the drainage culvert under the road.

The dumb @#$%ers actually went crying that we took their weapons as if that is something you wouldn't be too rightly humiliated to admit.

Our NCOIC came down on us very sternly, hollering that we should all be thrown out of the course for ruining their FTX...after he had managed to stop laughing about it.

@#$%ers...they were still crying about it 3 days later. I hate pogues.

[Rick]

Come on, no pogue bait. That would have stopped their crying.

[SSG Snuggle Bunny]

Come on, no pogue bait. That would have stopped their crying.

I had 1 package of rainbow twizzlers to last the entire FTX and I wasn't giving it up to those fat @#$%s (although now I am informed via email that my bassett hounds got into my duffel bag and ate them...dammit!...that'll make for colorful poop.)

Also, Grand Prairie TX is extremly boring. To make matters worse we were told we were NOT allowed to consume any quantity of alcohol or even be found with it in our possession lest we be dis-enrolled. Nor were we allowed to use profane language. I asked if we were still allowed to chase trashy women but the inquiry was only met with icy stares. Apparently in the New Army (TM) soldiers don't cuss or drink and I've become extremely suspicious of the motives behind easing DADT.

Anyhoo...the first weekend there I and a couple other joes were at a flea market where we found airsoft pistols. Within 2 days only the most foolhardy would be caught roaming the hallways unarmed. traversing the corridors to do laundry was a gauntlet-like exercise that would test the mettle of even the most stalwart of native America braves.

[Rick]

Alas gone are the days of the extra wrsk bag stuffed with twinkies or the Communications van, 600 lbs over invoice. ( No you can not look in there, it has classified shit).

[DumbAss Tanker]

Yes, in the last ten years the Army has gotten so tight-assed that you keep expecting squeaking noises to come from the shitter stalls.  They seem to be intent on bringing the zero-defects mentality back to life.

[Thor]

Also, Grand Prairie TX is extremly boring. To make matters worse we were told we were NOT allowed to consume any quantity of alcohol or even be found with it in our possession lest we be dis-enrolled. Nor were we allowed to use profane language. I asked if we were still allowed to chase trashy women but the inquiry was only met with icy stares. Apparently in the New Army (TM) soldiers don't cuss or drink and I've become extremely suspicious of the motives behind easing DADT.

Hence, the reason I retired from the Navy when I did. Too much change and a man couldn't be a MAN any more.

Too bad I didn't read that you were in Grand Prairie. It's about an hour away from me. I've needed to go to the base for some time, now.

[DixieBelle]

Dude, I used to live in Grand Prairie.

[Thor]

Dude, I used to live in Grand Prairie.

Yeah, but not since I've been back in Texas...

[vesta111]

Some may remember I tore out my arm last year while at Ft Sam Houston to RE-acquire my original MOS as a medic. Apparently in the 20 some odd years since my original enlistment the army stopped applying leeches. Crazy, I know! Well, I recuperated and had to go back to finish only this time I attended a different course that was A) only for prior service and B) not 16 weeks long.

Part of the training involved a field training exercise (FTX) wherein we had to apply our skills. As fate would have it we were training alongside an ANCOC (advanced NCO course, pronounced "ay-nock") class for a bunch of pogue admin types who liked to shoot off their mouths about how we're just a bunch of dumb medics (although half of us--myself included--have previous infantry experience). Apparently they did not approve of our MOUT and open terrain tactics.

OK fine. All them E-6's and E-7's are so-o-o-o much smarterer than we is.

Until you creep into their manuever area under cover of darkness across 500 meters of open terrain while they were running roving patrols to relieve them of 3 weapons and a radio and stopped their van and when the others ran up to stop us we jumped off the road and disappeared into the drainage culvert under the road.

The dumb @#$%ers actually went crying that we took their weapons as if that is something you wouldn't be too rightly humiliated to admit.

Our NCOIC came down on us very sternly, hollering that we should all be thrown out of the course for ruining their FTX...after he had managed to stop laughing about it.

@#$%ers...they were still crying about it 3 days later. I hate pogues.

[SSG Snuggle Bunny]

[NHSparky]

Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

Forget it, vesta's rolling.

[LC EFA]

Don't feel bad - the rest of us missed it as well.

I'd need to finish the second bottle for the night to "get" Vesta's posts.

[Schadenfreude]

I would have not pronounced ANCOC as such.

[Eupher]

I would have not pronounced ANCOC as such.

Well, that begs the inevitable question.

How would you have pronounced it?              

[Schadenfreude]

Well, that begs the inevitable question.

How would you have pronounced it?              

Anko-cee of course. :innocent:

[Thor]

Anko-cee of course. :innocent:

uh  huh.......... 

[Crazy Horse]

Anko-cee of course. :innocent:

Bullshit

[Schadenfreude]

Bullshit

Look at you and Thor.... trying to make me appear the naughty girl. I think not. 

[Crazy Horse]

Look at you and Thor.... trying to make me appear the naughty girl. I think not. 

 

I haven't laughed that hard in some time................where's that riding crop

[Thor]

Look at you and Thor.... trying to make me appear the naughty girl. I think not. 

Ummm, we have to TRY ?? I think not!! 

[Schadenfreude]

I haven't laughed that hard in some time................where's that riding crop

Promises promises! 

[Schadenfreude]

Ummm, we have to TRY ?? I think not!! 

Hey "I think not" is my line! 

[Crazy Horse]

Promises promises! 

Oh My!!!!!!!!!!

[BlueStateSaint]

Hey "I think not" is my line! 

All I have to say is this . . .

 

[Airwolf]

Brings back memories of when my infantry unit ,the 1st Bn 168th Inf went up against the Arkansas, Army National Guard. The first time we went up agaunst then I was still doing Infantry 11B stuff and I had my 3X9 scope mounted to my M-16 since I was the platoon Sniper and more then qualifyed to handle the job. After working in the Hot sun for 3 days prepping our positions and our AO for the upcoming attack by the good guys we finaly got our chance at them. They came at dawn. which is pretty much standard nowdays. A whole platoon against barely a squad to defend a minor hilltop with ten positions and the largest part of our group with the exception of me was at the point of attack

Well off goes the attack and they get  bogged down in the concertina wire which would pretty much end the atatck of not for just about every one of our weapons at the front near the breach JAMS because of the dirt and the rest get x-out from enemy fire. So now it's just me and I'm clear in the back of the AO from where this attack takes place and happen to have a clear field of fire  striaght down the middle of the objectve. I see my time to step up is at hand and start to open fire on whoever makes themselves available. It didn't take them long to notice their people were dying from all the beeps going on from their miles gear. the pont of attack just happened to be  near a  pine tree and once they breeched through thats where they decided to pile up at. I got 6 of them right there including a Brit that was sent over here to cross train with them. he was really pissed about that.

I got a few more as the ytried to manuver around on both sides trying to get me but I stopped voluntarily since the NCOIC's gave us orders to stop within a certain distance to keep us from getting into any problems wit hinjuies or fights over who shot who. They call it a safty kill. by the time they had counted up all the dead guys from their side they barely got by qualifying their platoon for that particular part of their FTX . The graders told us tha tIf I had killed one more of their guys with the MILES gear the ywould have had to do it again.

The next day they sent another round of peopel through and before I could get ready the graders took me out of the game.Asshats. They knew I would have made it very close if not impossible for the group to make it through. later on a few days later one of our cooks was in the mian PX and he heard the Arkansas guys whine about us cheating because some guy had a scope on his weapon. Our cook told them that it was one of our boys and they got off lucky.