tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post1274058393089336714..comments2008-05-18T19:49:27.394-04:00Spitfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10272100877730226734noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-11825393537302525542006-12-13T12:21:00.000-05:002006-12-13T12:21:00.000-05:00My favourite was LtCol Timmy saying "Right now is the most wonderful time of the year...9 mo's later could be the most horrible time of the year."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-56253732744375293732006-11-28T16:12:00.000-05:002006-11-28T16:12:00.000-05:00That must be like getting an Article 15 for "damage to government property" when you get a sunburn ...<br /><br />Pictures would be sweet.Spitfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10272100877730226734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-39840554841947023512006-11-28T12:32:00.000-05:002006-11-28T12:32:00.000-05:00We had a few cadets in 92-93 get demerits and tours for jumping out of the top floor windows of Wilson into the snow facility ops. piled against the dorms. The cadet leadership explained the reasons behid the excessive tours because the offending cadets were "endangering the life of a cadet". Check out the yearbooks from that time. The pics are there...or I can email them to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-52072364773833581482006-11-28T09:18:00.000-05:002006-11-28T09:18:00.000-05:00Said by our conductor, just before rehersing a really fast, really tough section of music (in the Youth Orchestra I was in in High School):<br /><br />"You may now fasten your seatbelts..."Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029224398260112634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-67476212109985762202006-11-24T14:07:00.000-05:002006-11-24T14:07:00.000-05:00"Don't drink anything you can't keep down<br />and don't eat anything you can't pickup"Jeremy Woodhttp://thejman85.googlepages.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-51817879307076129372006-11-22T15:39:00.000-05:002006-11-22T15:39:00.000-05:00At AIT in Texas, my 1SG would talk for 20 minutes about drinking and driving and doing stupid shit, but my CO would always give us the one liner, "No glove, no love, Rock Steady Soldier Medics"Mike Kelleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-48810575656758584232006-11-22T09:59:00.000-05:002006-11-22T09:59:00.000-05:00If your sending your soldier into war make sure he's wearing his helmitAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-11936295733858362942006-11-22T08:24:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:24:00.000-05:00My favorite hallway meeting was after our fake recognition. Our company commander asked if any of us were going to kill ourselves because we didn't get recognized. One of my smart-ass rook buddies raised his hand. The CC put him on suicide watch for the night. He had to go around every hour to everyone's room to check up on them. Then, slide an index card under the CC's door to let him know everyone was still alive...classic!<br /><br />I tuned out a lot of what my Drill said, since it was VERY repetitive...and it all started with "So help me gawd, people..."Colonelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08697057143758870644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26077667.post-67400417673621398202006-11-21T19:47:00.000-05:002006-11-21T19:47:00.000-05:00"If your gunna go swimming wear a lifejacket"<br />C/ Moore in every safety brief he ever gaveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com