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[MajHavoc]

Salute!

For some reason I have not been able to get on the forum for almost a month. I thought I was bannned. Even my login didn't work.

Here I am playing catch-up, LOL

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-Maj
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Grunt Marine - Vietnam 1969-70
Honorable Discharge 1975
"Death Before Dishonor"

[ThaLeena]

Sometimes, I think depending on how the wind blows, my computer won't let me enter the site either. But now it's all good. Funny you typed that because when it didn't work for me, I thought I was banned too

[AboveThe Best]

I too, have had that problem from time to time. Perhaps the forum gods are testing us to see how badly we want to be on.

[lthrneck]

Here ya go MajHavoc Enjoy
Semper fi
3rd Bn 4th Marines Nam 67

>R. Lee Ermey for the few of you that missed it was the host of The
> >History Channel's mail Call and played the D.I. in the movie Full Metal
> >Jacket.
> >
> >R. Lee is a retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant and a very plain speaker as
> >you will soon read. So, for your entertainment, here is Retired Marine
> >Gunnery Sergeant R. Lee Ermey at his first press conference as U.S.
> >Press Secretary.
> >
> >The main topic of discussion is the Marine in Iraq who shot the Iraq
> >insurgent to death. We pick up as the reporter asks about how this
> >potential war crime will effect our image in the world:
> >
> >Ermey: "What kind of a pansy-assed question is that?"
> >
> >Reporter: "Well I think...."
> >
> >Ermey: "THINK, nancy boy? Get this through that septic tank on top of
> >your shoulders moron, I DON'T GIVE A F*CK WHAT YOU THINK, DO YOU
> >UNDERSTAND ME??? That Marine shot an ENEMY COMBATANT SH*THEAD, SO GET
> >YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND DEAL WITH IT BEFORE I MAKE YOU MY OWN
> >PERSONAL PIN CUSHION!!!
> >
> >Next question. You in the blue suit."
> >
> >Reporter 2: Don't you think that the world's opinion of our operations
> >is important?
> >
> >Ermey: "Oh sure! You don't know the times I have cried myself to sleep
> >worrying about what some g*ddamned French pansy thinks! Oh the days I
> >have had to weep because some sh*t eating terrorist f*cker might be mad
> >at us because we went into whatever god-forsaken hole in the sh*t that
> >he lives in and killed him. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF DUMBASS QUESTION IS
> >THAT YOU PETER PUFFING JACKASS?? WE ARE THE MOTHER F*CKING USA, AND
>WHEN
> >YOU ATTACK US WE ARE GOING TO COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND BLOW YOUR STINKING
> >CAMEL-LICKING CARCASS INTO PIECES SO SMALL WE WILL BE ABLE TO BURY YOUR
> >SORRY ASS IN A THIMBLE!!
> >
> >I know what you are thinking. You are probably afraid, thinking that I
> >have such an "extreme" attitude and that I need to be more "sensitive"
> >to other people's feelings. WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU POLE
> >SMOKING PANSY! I DON'T GIVE 2 SH*TS WHAT YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE THINKS!
> >THIS IS A DAMN WAR, AND IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT YOU SHOULD GO HOME AND
> >SUCK ON MAMMA'S TIT!! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU RUNT?? NOW GET THE F*CK OUT OF
> >MY PRESS ROOM BEFORE I GO CRAZY AND BEAT THE LIVING SH*T OUT OF YOU!!!
> >
> >Next question, you with the ugly assed tie. Look at that thing It is
> >hideous."
> >
> >Reporter 3: "Aren't you going against the freedom of the press by..."
> >
> >Ermey: "FREEDOM?? WHAT IN BLUE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT FREEDOM? I HAVE
> >SWEATED MY ASS OFF IN JUNGLES BEING SHOT AT FOR THIS NATION!! WHAT IN
>THE
> >HELL HAVE YOU DONE YOU LITTLE SH*T SUCKING WEASEL? WHEN WAS THE LAST
>TIME
> >YOU PUT YOUR ASS ON THE LINE FOR ANYTHING? AND YET YOU HAVE THE
> >UNMITIGATED TEMERITY TO SHOW UP HERE AND MONDAY MORNING QUARTERBACK THE
> >ACTIONS OF A MARINE WHO WAS DEFENDING HIMSELF AND HIS UNIT FROM ATTACK
> >BY SOME MURDEROUS AL-QUEDA SYMPATHIZER!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I AM
> >CONCERNED ABOUT NUMBNUTS? I AM CONCERNED ABOUT A BUNCH OF GRABASSTIC,
> >DISORGANIZED MORONS WITH CAMERAS AND MICROPHONES DOING THEIR BEST TO
> >PORTRAY OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN AS WAR CRIMINALS! I AM CONCERNED ABOUT
> >CHICKEN SH*T PANSIES THAT WANT US TO NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS AND THEN
> >WHINE ABOUT THEIR PISS ANT "FREEDOMS"!!"
> >
> >Reporter 3: "I..."
> >
> >Ermey: "Did you have a big bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning
> >numbnuts? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD OUT OF THAT COMMIE CRYHOLE
> >IN THAT SH*TPILE YOU CALL A HEAD! AND THAT GOES TRIPPLE FOR THE REST OF
> >YOU PANSY-ASSED MORONS! NOW GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY PRESS ROOM BEFORE I
> >SHOVE MY BOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU CHOKE TO DEATH ON MY
> >SHOELACES!!!!"
> >
>
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"Old Breed, New Breed, There's not a DAMM bit of
difference so long as it's the MARINE Breed"
- Lt. Gen Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller

Semper fi
uuurah
Carry On!!

[streetsweeper95B]

I've had problems too. I cured mine by deleting the cookies, hehe...

Nice post lthrneck, I laughed my butt off reading it, Thanks!
_________________
"Proud Member of the Freak Show"

[MajHavoc]

Thank bro, that Emery thing was hee-larry-ass!

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-Maj
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Grunt Marine - Vietnam 1969-70
Honorable Discharge 1975
"Death Before Dishonor"

[3rd gen Navy]

That was TRULY classic!

have a very swiftee christmas!
_________________
Warm Regards,
Sean G. Smith,
RN, BSN, EMT-B, U.S. Navy, 1994 - 2003.
BS Biology, Business Administration, Nursing
The Deal with Life: Make decisions based on what you might gain, not on what you may lose.
!!!!!! LET THE WILD RUMPUS BEGIN !!!!!!

[lthrneck]

Here ya go jarheads some more motivation...

About the Marines . . .



Maybe it's the Christmas season. Maybe I'm just getting old. Maybe
I've been working overseas in some pretty mean places just too long
and would rather be driving a turbo-charged American muscle car
across the Nevada desert (we all have different fantasies, right?)
Maybe it's the constant news crawl on my TV set announcing another
dead American in Iraq or Afghanistan. I don't know, but for the
last few days I can't stop thinking about how much we owe the young
Marines who protect our Embassy and how angry I get every time I
hear that a Marine has died in Iraq. And today was particularly bad
as CNN reports that seven Marines died in clashes against terrorists.



I don't want to denigrate any of our other fine armed services, but
at State we have had a long and special relationship with the USMC.
Since 1948, some of the best Marines get seconded to us to protect
our diplomatic missions abroad.
In addition, of course, both before and since 1948, it's the Marines
who come yank us out when it all goes to hell or, as in Somalia and
Liberia, or to save the Embassy from a howling mob.



In our Embassy in this rather tough corner of the Far Abroad, we get
daily threats of all types; almost daily demonstrations in front of
the fort-like Chancery; we shuttle about in armored cars; and have
weekly "duck-and-cover"
drills. We've had some nasty and very lethal bombings; we know that
the bad guys are out there; they have us under surveillance; and
they have lots of time, explosives, and guns.



We also have a detachment of MSGs (Marine Security Guards), all of
them very young (18-23) led by a quiet but tough "old" Staff
Sergeant (I doubt he's 30)
tasked with protecting the Chancery building and ensuring that we
follow good security practices (Note: One of the most dreaded events
in the Foreign Service is to walk into your office and find a "pink
slip" on your desk left by an MSG who the previous night found a
classified cable left in an outbox, a safe not properly spun shut,
or some piece of classified gear left unsecured.
Those "pink slips" are career killers; of course, in the old Soviet
GRU, one of these "security violations" was literally a
killer . . . it meant the death penalty.)



Most days, however, you're hardly aware that an MSG is there: Just a
shadowy figure standing inside a glass box, buzzing you through the
hard line.
Normally you sweep past him (and increasingly her) absorbed in your
own thoughts, blabbing away on your cell phone, adjusting your tie,
fumbling with papers, or just plain too rude and self-important to
say "Good morning." When you have events at your house you rarely
think of inviting the Marines. But despite all that, they remain
cheerful, upbeat, and exceedingly polite, and exude a quiet
confidence that comes from great training and dedication.



Among the MSGs at this post we have two fresh from combat in Iraq,
and itching to go back. These youngsters, one 19, the other 21
(both younger than my kids!), seem genuinely puzzled when we
civilians ask, "So what was it like?" They can't seem to believe
that anybody would be interested in, much less amazed by hearing
about coming under mortar attack or driving a truck at high speed
down some "Hogan's Alley-type" street lined with crazed and armed
Jihadists. They relate it in a shy, matter-of-fact manner, full of
military jargon. And they want to go there, again.



Watching these guys as they pulled toys out of the big "Marines'
Toys for Tots" box in the Embassy lobby and hearing their cheerful
shouts of "Oh, cool!
Check this one out!" I couldn't help but think, "They're kids.
They're just kids. Probably not much older than the orphans to whom
they'll give those toys." I kept thinking about my own kids, living
safely in the States, and the fact that they're older than these
kids, these Marines.



But then I went with the "kids" out to the gun range. Suddenly they
became deadly serious. The "kids" disappear; no goofing around;
strict discipline and concern for safety kicks in. They certainly
know firearms, and treat them with respect and care. It was quite a
sight to see the former "kids" deliberately, methodically pumping
out rounds from their M-4s -- single shot, three-shot bursts, full
auto -- punching out quarter-size groups in targets I can barely
see. They don't look like kids anymore. They look like Hollywood's
idea of Marines; like the actors John Wayne "led" in "Sands of Iwo
Jima." Now my thinking shifts to, "I wouldn't want to go up against
these guys." And for a brief, very brief moment, I almost feel pity
for the poor stupid thugs in Falluja who had dared tangle with the
Marines, "You jerks haven't got a chance. Just call Dr. Kevorkian
and get it over with."



We all have had our days when we rant and rail against America's
youth. I have heard my father's voice emanating from my own mouth:
hopeless, hedonistic, rock addled, etc. I take it all back. I
don't know what the Corps does to those orange-haired kids I see
hanging out in the malls when I go home to the States, but whatever
it is, keep doing it. The Europeans and their imitators in Ottawa,
New York, Boston, and Hollywood, paint their faces white and prance
around in the "theater of the street" calling for peace; they wave
their oh-so clever "Bushitler" posters; and over their lattes, they
decry the primitive "Red State" Americans. I know it's way too much
to ask such smart and sophisticated people, but maybe they should
take a moment to remember that it's these kids, these Marines from
small-town America who put their own lives on the line to make all
that noise and color of freedom possible. These kids, these Marines
are the wall holding back the fascists of this century, and keeping
the rest of us free.



Life isn't fair; the odds are not even. But I don't think these
Marines would have it any other way.



Semper Fi.



<http://diplomadic.blogspot.com/2004/12/about-marines.html> posted
by Diplomad
_________________
"Old Breed, New Breed, There's not a DAMM bit of
difference so long as it's the MARINE Breed"
- Lt. Gen Lewis B. "Chesty" Puller

Semper fi
uuurah
Carry On!!