Call Me Tim

Dramacrat
Enlighten me. I would assume a Ranger commander cannot tell a Delta what to do.
Depends on the sit.
Delta flies on post. R. C. says do this. Delta says WTF. back and forth but depending on sit and incoming intel, authority has command. there's been really retarded slapfights in the desert with a numbnuts E7 in my company trying to "rank rub a E6 because he didn't want to do stuff on convoy. Guess who won. E6. (which later he filed a racial compalint against the Commander and got her dismissed)

flight medics are the absolute command on site. They tell you to duck you duck, they tell you move foreward you do so. They are cordinating the helo piolet and the conditions with patient pickup. Lots of dead wood E7's and E8's got butthurt when I told them this. Are you seeing the problem.

Once Delta leaves area of "real" command, they are the shit. NO one can tell them anything it's all payback butthurt crybaby shit when they return to post.
 

Call Me Tim

Dramacrat
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Sit at a base in nebraska for a couple of years doing engine services on trucks then spend the rest of their life calling themselves veterans, demanding respect on twitter and asking for free mcdonalds

That's the guard lol. Some of us did work.
 
they fucked gook whores and then lobbied to have their mutts brought to the states

See, I missed out. Wrong war. Instead of Gook THOTS I got a trip to bumfuck nowhere.

We did do a pit stop in Moron (real spelling) Spain and went into a Seville brothel.
 
Thank you for your service

I got serviced alright.

Funny thing was we were looking for just a titty bar. In south Spain they don't speak fucking English. We finally found an Irish Bar next to the Cathedral (go figure).

Go there, mostly English/Irish expats and tourist. Bar tender writes address down, says to give it to the cabbie, he knows were to go.

So we walk in and see a stripper poll, nobody is dancing. Filled with Beautiful women though, I mean high quality.

I try talking to them in the limited Spanish I knew. We go to the bathroom and these two chicks come in and tell us in broken English "you two, come with us, we suck your dicks".

So there is a corridor which leads to an upstairs hotel. With this sink thing they call a Bidet. Needless to say we figured out what kinda place that was.

We went back to the bar, thanked the guy and starting hitting on these English girls. Then it dawned on us we should just go back for seconds. Which we did.

It was great, because let me tell you Pakistan was a fucking nightmare. one of the first units in October of 2000. Nothing there, couldn't even beat your meat in a bunker with 50 other people. Ate these rations called MREs.

???? I hope U took all necessary precautions

They have little "deployment bags" (lube condoms) you go up there with. Second girl had me order wine too.
 
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