I just wanted to tell people bye. I’m going to bootcamp in a week and won’t be able to say hey for a while.
Thanx to ya’ll who have helped me in my growing hunt for knowledge and for those who were BIG A*SSHOLES that gave me daily pleasure in making fun of them.
Some of ya’ll will be missed…while others… well, WON’T
Nice to have you here, and thanks for serving our country. I’m very proud of all the women who have/are serving our country. Don’t forget to write.
P.S. I was the wind dummy:D on the first jump a women ever made at the United States Army Airborne School. ( The wind dummy is the parachutist that jumps first. If you land in the dropzone it’s safe to drop the students.) She was the first jumper in the first string so she had to sit next to me and watch me go and then sit for another racetrack around the field and then be the first student out the door. I saw the look of terror in her eyes when they opened the doors on that C141 Starlifter at 140 knots. She still went. That took a lot of intestinal fortitude.
If I were going away, I would expect a response at least that good from GDA.
If I were going to war, and GDA, right before I left, posted “Hey, good luck man”, I’d know I was a dead man. And in a bad way, like sucked out of the cabin of a plane and falling along a ridge of locust thorns into a field of over ripe jabeneros bad, only to lay there in pain all week, unable to move, and a herd of bison coming by and urinating so much that the depression my falling body made fills with bison urine, and in my last inhale before drowning on bison urine, I inhale a moth.
i have to admit, that’s a pretty morbid way to go. here’s the previous worst i had heard:
a sunday drive on a rural and rarely used road and you realize it’s later than you thought and you really need to step on it and get home. thinking that some good rock will help you along, you change cds and throw in what you thought was a recent guns and roses burn, and it turns out to be your wife’s dan fogelberg greatest hits burn. totally distracted by the horrid sounds coming from your speakers, you take your hands off the wheel and eyes off the road to change the cd, and you don’t notice the car veering straight toward a phone pole. you hit the pole straight on, and you fly head first through the windshield. problem is, only your head went through. you’re stuck in the tempered glass, and the impact was bad enough to render you immobile, but didn’t do enough to sever the nerves.
worse part? the cd player wasn’t damaged, so it keeps playing that dan fogelberg cd over and over while the crows make lunch of your face.
being run over by a train . .. only to have your body twisted around the wheel and held togeather in an unatural way until a family member can arrive and give them permission to spill your guts all over the tracks and put an end to your misery would be pretty bad too.
rubthebuddhas (11:50:26 AM): i still think KC beat me
Wushu Chik 98 (11:50:33 AM): it’s about even
rubthebuddhas (11:51:16 AM): nah
rubthebuddhas (11:51:22 AM): the moth puts him over
Wushu Chik 98 (11:51:27 AM): lol