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Recruiting any and all pilots

The chief of staff of the US Air Force decided that he would personally intervene in the recruiting crisis affecting all of our armed services. He directed a nearby Air Force base that will be opened and that all eligible young men and women be invited.

As he and his staff were standing near a brand new F-15 Fighter, a pair of twin brothers who looked like they had just stepped off a Marine Corps recruiting poster walked up to them. The chief of staff walked up to them, stuck out his hand and introduced himself.

He looked at the first young man and asked, “Son, what skills can you bring to the Air Force?”

The young man looks at him and says, “I’m a pilot!”

The general gets all excited, turns to his aide and says, “Get him in today, all the paper work done, everything, do it!”

The aide hustles the young man off. The general looks at the second young man and asked, “What skills to you bring to the Air Force?”

The young man says, “I chop wood!”

“Son,” the general replies, “we don’t need wood choppers in the Air Force, what do you know how to do?”

“I chop wood!”

“Young man,” huffs the general, “you are not listening to me, we don’t need wood choppers, this is the 20th century!”

“Well,” the young man says, “you hired my brother!”

“Of course we did,” says the general, “he’s a pilot!”

The young man rolls his eyes and says, “So what! I have to chop it before he can pile it!”

Murphy’s Combat Laws

Murphy’s Laws Of Combat Operations

Friendly fire - isn’t. Recoilless rifles - aren’t. Suppressive fires - won’t.

You are not Superman; Marines and fighter pilots take note.

A sucking chest wound is Nature’s way of telling you to slow down.

If it’s stupid but it works, it isn’t stupid.

Try to look unimportant; the enemy may be low on ammo and not want to waste a bullet on you.

If at first you don’t succeed, call in an airstrike.

If you are forward of your position, your artillery will fall short.

Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than yourself.

Never go to bed with anyone crazier than yourself.

Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.

If your attack is going really well, it’s an ambush.

The enemy diversion you’re ignoring is their main attack.

The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions: when they’re ready. & when you’re not.

No OPLAN ever survives initial contact.

There is no such thing as a perfect plan.

Five second fuzes always burn three seconds.

There is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.

A retreating enemy is probably just falling back and regrouping.

The important things are always simple; the simple are always hard.

The easy way is always mined.

Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy other people to shoot at.

Don’t look conspicuous; it draws fire. For this reason, it is not at all uncommon for aircraft carriers to be known as bomb magnets.

Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you.

If you are short of everything but the enemy, you are in the combat zone.

When you have secured the area, make sure the enemy knows it too.

Incoming fire has the right of way.

No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection.

No inspection ready unit has ever passed combat.

If the enemy is within range, so are you.

The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.

Things which must be shipped together as a set, aren’t.

Things that must work together, can’t be carried to the field that way.

Radios will fail as soon as you need fire support.

Radar tends to fail at night and in bad weather, and especially during both.

Anything you do can get you killed, including nothing.

Make it too tough for the enemy to get in, and you won’t be able to get out.

Tracers work both ways.

If you take more than your fair share of objectives, you will get more than your fair share of objectives to take.

When both sides are convinced they’re about to lose, they’re both right.

Professional soldiers are predictable; the world is full of dangerous amateurs.

Military Intelligence is a contradiction.

Fortify your front; you’ll get your rear shot up.

Weather ain’t neutral.

If you can’t remember, the Claymore is pointed towards you.

Air defense motto: shoot ‘em down; sort ‘em out on the ground.

‘Flies high, it dies; low and slow, it’ll go.

The Cavalry doesn’t always come to the rescue.

Napalm is an area support weapon.

Mines are equal opportunity weapons.

B-52s are the ultimate close support weapon.

Sniper’s motto: reach out and touch someone.

The one item you need is always in short supply.

Interchangeable parts aren’t.

It’s not the one with your name on it; it’s the one addressed “to whom it may concern” you’ve got to think about.

When in doubt, empty your magazine.

The side with the simplest uniforms wins.

Combat will occur on the ground between two adjoining maps.

If you can keep your head while those around you are losing theirs, you may have misjudged the situation.

If two things are required to make something work, they will never be shipped together.

Anything you do can get you shot, including nothing.

Whenever you lose contact with the enemy, look behind you.

The most dangerous thing in the combat zone is an officer with a map.

The quartermaster has only two sizes, too large and too small.

If you really need an officer in a hurry, take a nap.

There is nothing more satisfying than having someone take a shot at you, and miss.

If your sergeant can see you, so can the enemy.

You’ll only remember your hand grenades when the sound is too close to use them.

Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Well .. It could be worse: It could be raining .. and we could be out in it.

So he said, “Cheer up: it could be worse!” So we cheered up. And it got worse.

The side with the simplest uniform wins…

The spare batteries for the PRC-whatever your troops have been carrying are either nearly dead or for the wrong radio.

The ping you heard was the antenna snapping off at 6 inches above the flexmount, while a fire mission was being called in on a battalion of hostiles who know your position.

Why is it the CO sticks his head in your radio hooch to see if anything has come down from DIV when you are listening to the VOA broadcasting the baseball games?

How come you are on one frequency when everyone else is on another?

Why does your 500-watt VRC-26 (real old) not make it across 200 miles while a ham with 50 watts on the same MARS frequency can be heard from Stateside?

Know why short RTOs have long whips on their radios? So someone can find them when they step in deep water.

The enemy “Alway’s” times his attack, to the second you drop your pant’s in the Latrine!!

The ammo you new “NOW”!! is on the “Next” airdrop!!

Painting shows it all

At an exhibition of military painting a visitor was admiring a picture.

“What a great realist that painter is!” he exclaimed.

“What painter?”

“The one that painted this picture ‘Soldiers at Work’.”

“Yes, hut something is wrong there. Those soldiers aren’t working at all!”

“That is just the greatest stroke of realism in the picture

Airborne Soldier

The first thing you do in the morning is put in a dip

Your favorite beer is someone else’s

Your cologne smells suspiciously like bug juice

You think a spit shine means to spit on your boots and wipe them on the back of your pant legs

Your kids wear a high and tight and stand at parade rest

You tell the arresting officer that you have just been alerted and you were speeding to work

When you have dinner guests in between paydays, you try to pass off a hamslice as canned ham

You use your spotter scope to pull surveillance at the pool or the Pope AFB air show

You would rather smoke a private then a Marlboro

Your hide site is cleaner than your room

You set up concertina wire around your house to keep trick or treaters away

You spend your free time thinking of ways you would destroy things if you were a terrorist

You never enter a bar without an E&R plan

You consider a “Recon” walking around the bar looking for chicks

You order a beer from the waitress by hollering “Nurse give me an IV”

You consider a six pack a well balanced breakfast

You say “Hooah” whether you understand or not

You creatively acquire things you need

Every sport you play has the word combat as part of its name

Let’s see the world

Two dogfaces were digging a foxhole.

“What made you join the Army?” asked one.

“Well, I read one of the posters that said: Join the Army and see the world! And I been doin’ it - a shovelful at a time.”

Accountant With Attitude

Did I ever tell you about the overweight accountant that’s bad to the bone?
He drinks Diet Coke fr

Always on Duty

A new soldier was on sentry duty at the main gate. His orders were clear: No car was to enter unless it had a special sticker on the windshield. A big Army car came up with a general seated in the back. The sentry said, “Halt, who goes there?”

The chauffeur, a corporal, says, “General Wheeler.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you through. You’ve got to have a sticker on the windshield.”

The general said, “Drive on!”

The sentry said, “Hold it! You really can’t come through. I have orders to shoot if you try driving in without a sticker.”

The general repeated, “I’m telling you, son, drive on!”

The sentry walked up to the rear window and said, “General, I’m new at this. Do I shoot you or the the driver?”

Hit Television Shows in Iraq

Hit Television Shows in Iraq:

“Husseinfeld”
“Mad About Everything”
“U.S. Military Secrets Revealed”
“Suddenly Sanctions”
“Allah McBeal”
“Children Are Forbidden From Saying Anything Darndest”
“Matima Loves Chachi”
“The Brian Benben Bin Laden Show”
“Buffy The Slayer of Yankee Imperialist Dogs”
“Wheel of Fortune and Terror”
“Iraq’s Wackiest Public Execution Bloopers”
“Achmed’s Creek”
“The Price is Right If Saddam Says It’s Right”
M*U*S*T*A*S*H
“Veronica’s Closet Full of Long, Black, Shapeless Dresses”
“Two Guys, a Girl, and a Mosque”
“When Kurds Attack”
“Just Shoot Me”
“My Two Baghdads”
“Captured Iranian Soldiers Say the Darndest Things”
“Two Guys, a Girl and a Fatwah”
“Totally Clothed Baywatch”

Wash ’em

An Army Sergeant and a Marine Sergeant were training together at Little Creek Naval Amphibious Base. The Army Sergeant suddenly gets the urge and makes a run for the latrine. THe Marine Sergeant then feels he had a little to much to drink also and follows the Army Sergeant into the latrine. The Army Sergeant quickly finishes up and walks straight outside. The Marine Sergeant sees this and gets pissed off. He quickly washes his hands and races out to find the Army Sergeant. “Hey,” he says,”in the Marines, the teach us to wash our hands after we go to the head.”

The Army Sergeant looks at him and replies,”In the army, they teach us not to piss on our hands.”

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Battle on the Ocean

Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the waves, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, ‘Bring me my red shirt!’

The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain’s red shirt, which the captain put on and led the crew to battle the pirate boarding party. Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled.

Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending boarding parties. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain, calm as ever bellowed, ‘Bring me my red shirt!’

And once again the battle was on. However, the Captain and his crew repelled both boarding parties, though this time more casualties occurred.

Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day’s occurrences when an ensign looked to the Captain and asked, ‘Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?’

The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, ‘If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid.’
The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man.

As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way.
The men became silent and looked to the Captain, their leader, for his usual command.
The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, ‘Bring me my brown pants!’