My hands are deadly weapons!!!

[AFJailor]

A little more on this guys...he received a "Big Chicken Dinner" or bad conduct discharge from the Air Force apparently for getting in a fist fight with an officer in a Japanese club and then barricading himself in his dorm room. He was swiftly "removed" from his room by responding Security Forces members.

I'll bet if they knew how deadly he was they would of sent the K-9 in after him.

[dicion]

A little more on this guys...he received a "Big Chicken Dinner" or bad conduct discharge from the Air Force apparently for getting in a fist fight with an officer in a Japanese club and then barricading himself in his dorm room. He was swiftly "removed" from his room by responding Security Forces members.

I'll bet if they knew how deadly he was they would of sent the K-9 in after him.

You gotta wonder how guys like that even make it into the AF, past basic, past Tech school into their jobs... You would think if they had a problem with authority, or anger management issues,it would have shown much earlier. People generally don't just 'become' like that.. it's normally a long drawn out process.
Then again, I sure met some 'winners' in my tenure as well

2E1x1 4 lyfe.... at least until I got out

[AFJailor]

I worked in a AF jail for almost two years. I found myself constantly wondering how any of those clowns made it as far as they did. Even had that same thought about a SMSgt (E-8) we jailed. Everyone just keeps passing the buck to the next guy, MTI passes off their problems to the Tech School instructor and Tech school passes it to what ever base the clown of a troop is shoved off to and so on and so forth.

[CompVest]

I thought it was one of the pride issues with the armed services that they could make a MAN out of anyone. So I could see they might take quite a while to decide that a recruit is just not gonna make it.

[jimlongley]

I like the people who have claimed to have been and done various things in the Army. I just pepper my conversation with those phrases and jargon that only people who have actually been in the Army say and smirk at their confused look.

I was wearing Navy hat at work the other day, Memorial Day, Independance Day, and Veterans' Day are the days that I can get away with wearing a hat, because it is a Navy hat. I had a guy come up to me and start about his experience in the "3rd Infantry" and I got the impression that he was giving me some kind of line because obviously a squid couldn't know anything about the Army. So I asked what the nickname of the 3rd was, and his story started to change. Pretty soon he was saying I misunderstood, he was with 3rd Army, not 3rd Inf, and that one is even easier for me, so I asked again, what their nickname was, and what was their shoulder patch.

I was an Army brat, my father, grandfather, and uncle were all colonels, and my other grandfather was a brigadier general, and that's just those two generations. Various relatives served in "The Rock of the Marne" and "Patton's Own" and I could identify division and army shoulder patches when I was a kid.

The guy was a little miffed when he found an excuse to break off the conversation, and I still think he was a poser, I just hate to think that Home Depot lost a customer over it.

[Abraham]

My wife had a female friend who's new boyfriend declared he'd been in Special Forces and had to kill a lot of people, but couldn't talk about it... (his choice of words) Apparently, he'd made such an impression with this statement (and other equally ludicrous bull declarations) his girlfriend couldn't help repeating them to my wife.

This particular women is highly educated, in fact a mathematician, but her choice in male companionship is always some inappropriate bozo. She wanted to bring him to our house to show off her brave soldier.

I suggested my wife mention to her friends boyfriend my military background.

We never met him...

[jimlongley]

I was asked, in a PM, how, with my family background, I wound up in the Navy, and the short answer is it was because of my family background.

The family used to gather at my paternal grandparents' home in Cape Cod each summer for a couple of weeks, and it used to be a hoot to answer the phone and have someone ask for Colonel Longley, and to respond "Which Colonel Longley?" because there were three of them there.

I also get a kick out of chatting with a couple of the Army vets at work, and surprising them with my "vast storehouse" of trivial Army knowledge.

When my maternal grandfather was hospitalized at West Point during his final year or so, I used to get a kick out of driving his car down to pick him up, wearing my dress blues and dixie cup. A Sergeant at the gate would see the little flag decal on the bumper and snap to attention with a brisk salute, and I would motor on through, waggling my fingers and saying "Hi soldier" never even returning the salute to someone who ranked me by a grade or two.

I did get flagged down by the MPs once, but I produced the paperwork and they drove off just shaking their heads.

I did eventually "attend" West Point by the way, and graduated too, just not the way you would think. NY Telephone Company's training center was, for many years, located at the Thayer Hotel on West Point, and I attended classes there.