Service Men & Women Appreciation Memorial Day GIVEAWAY!!!

I'm an ex British army squaddie, so consider me part of the AGN NATO task force

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The Boston branch of my family had a little problem with you chaps 243 years ago. But for the most part we are on the same side now

Yeah, some of you ground pounders love to make fun of the Air Force, but who do you call when you get yourself into a world of sh__ and need bailed out? I NEED AN AIR STRIKE!!! ... as you turn your pants new shades of brown...

And besides that ... it takes a special kind of stupid to jump out of a perfectly good airplane...

Gotta love you guys. We were all part of the same team, after all. Some of us just took a less physically demanding though perhaps slightly more mentally challenging way to go about it.

I kind of miss those days, but wouldn't want to do it again these days.

Thanks for your service to all of you guys and gals in all branches!

And a big thank you to AGN & AEAC for the giveaway!

I'm really enjoying reading y'alls banter, lol

 

224.51 is my guess



Jumped out of a lot of the Air Force’s “‘perfectly good airplanes”. Some were leaking so much cherry juice I was glad to jump out. lol 

A10’s saved my ass a couple of times. Always buy a A10 pilot a beer. 

27 years active US Army Special Forces 

We all like to make fun of the Air Force, but I've never heard a more awesome sound than an A10 doing a strafing run in Sangin, Afghanistan. Not to mention all the supplies they dropped for us.

Thank you to all who have served.



RIP LCpl Ralph J. Fabbri (1989-2010) Our beloved Combat Camera Marine, gone but never forgotten.

Don’t forget about the 5th branch!

Here's one ground pounder that don't have no mean words for the AF … maybe a few light-hearted jokes … but still real respect for the times they helped us out















Love, Live & Laugh

It's a short pony ride

Doc Miles

Don’t forget about the 5th branch!

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Damn straight!

Yeah, some of you ground pounders love to make fun of the Air Force, but who do you call when you get yourself into a world of sh__ and need bailed out? I NEED AN AIR STRIKE!!! ... as you turn your pants new shades of brown...

And besides that ... it takes a special kind of stupid to jump out of a perfectly good airplane...

Gotta love you guys. We were all part of the same team, after all. Some of us just took a less physically demanding though perhaps slightly more mentally challenging way to go about it.

I kind of miss those days, but wouldn't want to do it again these days.

Thanks for your service to all of you guys and gals in all branches!

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You can't be stupid and survive a Fire Fight or Close Combat

Marine Corps Veteran, served and now a giveaway, does it get any better.

The Air Farce might have had better equipment and prettier girls, but the Women Marines would show you how they want things done and by God if you didn't listen.

Marine Corps Dress blues - Responsible for more children than beer.

Smitty

Guess you are right Smitty911, there was a time when I wanted to be a Marine also, but just couldn't pass the physical … never could figure out how to get my head to fit inside the jar. Then I happened to notice all those little holes in the foreheads of most Marines … you know … where they tried to teach yall in boot camp how to eat with a fork. On the plus side, everyone would have to admit that Marines are a tough bunch of dudes … only heard of one Marine ever getting knocked out … he was trying to get a drink of water and someone slammed the toilet bowl lid down on his head.



USMC ... Uncle Sam's Misguided Children



Love, Live & Laugh

It's a short pony ride

Likkitysplyt

Semper Fi brothers. 

You guys are too much. Only decent chow we ever got was on an airforce controlled base. I was a medic for an air assault unit for the army, so......i had enough pilots on my side of the branches. But like i said, good chow.

SGT Gibson

Iraq 08-09

Well deserved!

I hear all of the heroic service my brothers have experienced and I shed many tears for the friends I lost. I was lucky when I joined the Navy. I choose the Navy as that where my father and uncles served. After boot camp and “A” school I was in a repair division on a sub tender AF56 the USS Howard W Gilmore. I worked on navigation equipment and other electro mechanical devices on submarines from old WW ll to nuclear fast attack subs. I used to go out on short shakedown sub cruises to calibrate the hardware I worked on. The war in Vietnam was going full force when I was serving but I never involved in the direct fighting but my heart was always there with my comrades in arms. 

Today is Memorial Day I have difficulty on this day holding back the tears that want to flow as I mourn my friends who never had the joys of having a family or even seeing there loved ones again. 

To wrap up my thoughts I finish with saying “God Bless those who served and especially the one who did not return and God Bless America”

Likkitysplyt,

Excellent retort my friend. My Grandfather (B-24 gunner) was shot down twice, captured once, and escaped once. Hid in an attic for four months until the war was over. My father did 20 years Navy, mostly subtenders.

FYI - The fork wounds healed, thanks to Navy Corpsman. The bump on the back of my head is gone now. I hear they made the jars bigger.

I was stationed on Chanute Air Force Base for my "A" school. Great chow, they even had an Omelet bar (Nov. '81 to March '82).

I was a Weather man, had a rock on a string for checking the weather:
wet=rain
Shaking=Earthquake
Shadow= Sunny

Smitty 

Come on guys....

don't you know that AIM HIGH is code for HOLDOVER? Sheesh, some people.....

To all that have fallen, and to all that have given years of sacrifice, to all currently serving. My family and I remember you, appreciate you all and we are thankful for your service and sacrifices to ensure this country and our welfare are in a great place. Thank you.

JCT

Hi Smitty … glad you have a great sense of humor … never quite know how a Marine will take a joke … must be something in the water at Camp Lejuene. We had a cook named Daniel that got to stay with the CP who would occasionally cook something for us in the mornings when we would come back in from ambush patrols. Daniel was a sight to behold, I don't believe he ever changed jungle fatigues, he would wear them until they rotted off his body. Never took a bath, he was like a dog, afraid of water … he had grease hanging down from his eye brows, if the sun was in the right position he would actually shine. We thought he had a speech impediment and then we found out it was just where the grease in the corner of his mouth had solidified and he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to speak clearly. Daniel could make coffee. He wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree, but there was something genuinely wonderful about his personality … a little crusty on the outside, but as humble as a church mouse on the inside and very soft-hearted. He bled for both sides and especially children who got caught in the middle … it would rip him to shreads. Most of us got used to crazy, terrible things happening ... and as time went on the things that used to bother us seemed to not bother us as much anymore … but Daniel always stayed the same … soft, gentle and kind. He was a very good person but utterly useless in combat. I can't enter a Waffle House or Huddle House without thinking of him … he would be right at home amongst all that grease.