Lesh
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I got out in 79. Peeled a shitload of potatoes and cracked more eggs than I ever want to think about again.About time the DOJ went after Hillary and Comey. We have an AG who will do what he's supposed to do.
Your comment strongly suggests you support the United States to devolve and become nothing more than banana republic, where a despot jails opponents, enslaves the people and robs the treasury.
Don't ever claim to be a patriot, you are not even close to being one.
You wouldn't know what a "Patriot" was if one bit you in the ass. You ever fought, killed, or even sweat for you country?
I enlisted in the USNR and served two years (parts of '67, most of '68 and parts of '69) on active duty on a Destroyer doing ASW in the Western Pacific.
My GQ station was in a 5 inch gun, my job was to take a 55 pound projectile from a dumb waiter, and place it in the breach in front of the brass. This task was easier when we were targeting aircraft, other ships or shore targets required a heavy lift, I'm 6'2'' and the breach was just above eye level when a target was at sea level.
Want more detail? I'll be happy to share, now, in the immoral words of Dick Cheney, "go f yourself"
You spent a few nights on a ship and cut yourself peeling potatoes....you proud of that purple heart? I'm 5'10" and spent the shit in country. Go for it.
Hey bozo, we didn't have to peal potatoes, we had powdered potatoes cooked in huge stainless steal pots with huge hunks of butter. We also had hot meals each day, a cot with a fart sack and a wool blanket and smokes (I quit long ago) duty free, a carton cost $1.00.
Jar head? When in boot camp we were done for the day in the afternoon. I recall siting on the cement stairs leading to the barracks and hearing the jar heads running and running and running. It made me real hungry when we were called to mess. I still remember the Chocolate Milk and the real butter. Once I had a MRE, not bad if one were starving and sitting in the rain and mud.
And got C rats in the field. MREs sound like a delicacy