Why I joined the Air Force
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Posted:Dec 14, 2007 4:21 am
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There is no doubt at all in my military mind that, of all the Services, the Air Force has the most intelligent enlisted people. This is not just theory, it's provable fact:
Take the Army, for instance. When the stuff hits the fan, the young Army private wakes up from a bellow from the First Sergeant. He grabs a set of BDUs out of his foot locker, gets dressed, runs down to the chow-hall for a breakfast on the run, then jumps in his tank. Pretty soon, the Platoon Commander arrives, gives him a big salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, men."
Now take the Marines. When the stuff hits the fan, the young Marine recruit is kicked out of bed by his First Sergeant, puts on a muddy set of BDUs because he just got back in from the field three hours before. He gets no breakfast, but is told to feel free to chew on his boots.
Now take the Navy. When the stuff hits the fan, the young Sailor is eating breakfast in the messroom.. He walks 20 feet to his battle station, stuffing extra pastries in his pocket as he goes. There he sits, in the middle of a steel target, with nowhere to run, when the Captain comes on the 1MC and says, "Give 'em Hell, Sailors! I salute you!"
Now the Air Force. When the stuff hits the fan, the Airman receives a phone call in his off-base quarters. He gets up, showers, shaves, and puts on a fresh uniform he had just picked up from the BX cleaners the day before. He jumps in his car, and stops at McDonalds for a McMuffin on his way into work. Once he arrives at work, he signs in on the duty roster and proceeds to his F-16. He spends 30 minutes pre-flighting it, signs off the forms. Pretty soon the Pilot, a young captain gets out and straps into the Plane. He starts the engines. Our Young Airman stands at attention, gives the Captain a sharp salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, Sir!"
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Military Rules by service
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Posted:Dec 14, 2007 4:12 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:29 pm
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Marine Corps Rules:
1. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
2. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
3. Have a plan.
4. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.
5. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet even your friends…
6. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a "4."
7. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive.
8. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend. (Lateral & diagonal preferred.)
9. Use cover or concealment as much as possible.
10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot.
Navy SEAL's Rules:
1. Look very cool in sunglasses.
2. Kill every living thing within view.
3. Adjust speedo.
4. Check hair in mirror.
US Army Rangers Rules:
1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving.
2. Locate individuals requiring killing.
3. Request permission via radio from "Higher" to perform killing.
4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted.
5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.
US Army Rules:
1. Curse bitterly when receiving operational order.
2. Make sure there is extra ammo and extra coffee.
3. Curse bitterly.
4. Curse bitterly.
5. Do not listen to 2nd LT's; it can get you killed.
6. Curse bitterly.
US Air Force Rules:
1. Have a cocktail.
2. Adjust temperature on air-conditioner.
3. See what's on HBO.
4. Ask "what is a gunfight?"
5. Request more funding from Congress with a "killer" Power Point presentation.
6. Wine & dine 'key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives.
7. Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets.
8. Declare the assets "strategic" and never deploy them operationally.
9. Hurry to make 13:45 tee-time.
10. Make sure the base is as far as possible from the conflict but close enough to have tax exemption.
US Navy Rules:
1. Go to Sea.
2. Drink Coffee.
3. Deploy Marines
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Forgiven... not Forgotten
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Posted:Dec 14, 2007 12:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 6:09 am
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In a recent blog, I mentioned heroes. As it sits today, probably the biggest hero I have is my father. For the last 37 years, he has been a devoted father and husband (to, amazingly one wife... which makes my mom pretty damn special too!). Dad is famous for giving advice. One of those golden nuggets of knowledge that he has laid out on my platter is this:
"Be able to forgive, but never forget"
For a long time I didnt know exactly what that meant. I thought that meant to tell someone who asked for forgiveness that they were forgiven... but not to really mean it.
I have come to see how wrong that line of thought it.
Forgiveness is an all or nothing thing. You cannot conditionally forgive someone. Conditional forgiveness is hollow, false, and totally below any human being who is worthy of being evolved.
Forgiveness is also not the balm we expect it to be. "I forgive you" will not erase the guilt that we feel. When we ask for forgiveness, what we are doing is (subcounsciously) allowing the person who was wronged to start to heal themselves by absolving the hurt that they feel. "I forgive you" is just another way to say " I don't hate you anymore".
In light of my most recent emotional wounding, I have this to say:
"Ben, Annie, I forgive you. I am done hating you. I know you don't care that I did hate you for a while, but I am done with it now. If there is any guilt left in your soul, don't look to me to absolve it. I can't offer you absolution. I, can't offer you anything. The reason for that is that I have nothing for you. That emotional pain you feel is many things, one of which is the fact that you KNOW you hurt me. You are going to have to absolve yourself of that. Have a life."
Nice? I thought so. Now here is where the other part of what Dad told me comes into play. I will never forget what they did to me. Ever. I have the scars on my soul to prove it. And, you know what? I'm stronger for it. Maybe a little more callous, but stronger. I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to allow either of them to even tangently touch my life anymore. In fact, I am going to avoid them like the plague. I burnt away my emotional investment to them a recently... and I do not intend to reinvest in them.
That is what Dad was driving at. When someone hurts you, for whatever reason, you need to learn from it. Take the lesson that they taught you and grow with it. Don't keep walking into the closed door. Remember what was done to you so you can take steps to prevent it from ever happening to you again. Just because you forgive them doesn't mean they won't screw up again. YOU are the only one you can trust when it comes to your heart and soul when it all comes down to the wire. The people that you put faith into, be sure that they are worthy of it.
Love unconditionally. I never said not to. Give people your everything. Just be advised that some people are emotionally careless. Others, well they are stupid. Every now and then you will find someone who is wonderful and true. Those are the people you can let your guard down with. Those are the people that are worth letting inside your defenses. If you make a mistake and let the wrong people in, dont be afraid to kick them out when you find out the truth. Some of them you might even get close to again. Just be smart, and never ever let them close enough to hurt you like that again.
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Revelation
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Posted:Dec 13, 2007 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2008 4:54 pm
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Having looked back at my posts on this blog, I am realizing that I sound a lot like a bitch. I, really don't like sounding like that. I admit, to myself at least, that the past situations have injured me in ways I really dont want to admit out loud. My ability to trust is one of those things that has probably been the hardest hit. There have been other things about me that have been damaged also. My self esteem has also been damaged. Correct that, my self image has been damaged. I have a hard time nowadays seeing myself as someone that anyone could want to be with... even as a friend.
The last several months have been about healing and rebuilding myself. Some of those days have been better than others. Some of them, well, lets just say that those days were not amongst the times I will remember with much fondness.
As it sits now, on the 13th of December, I am tired. I am tired of feeling like shit. I am tired of being treated like refuse. I am tired of feeling inferior to people.
Therefore, I am making a promise. I promise to myself. I promise to never let myself be that person again. I will allow myself to have moments of weakness. I will not berate myself for the mistakes of the past. Nor will I allow myself to wallow in feelings that are nothing more than my own desire to place blame on my own shoulders. I will not punish myself in an attempt to make sense of the how people have treated me by abusing and lowering myself to where I percieve them placing me.
Today. Right now. I am going to stand up and remake myself. I will never again allow myself to be where I was again.
That, and no more bitching on blog again.
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Dinner and the single man
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Posted:Dec 12, 2007 7:18 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2007 2:41 am
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As most of you know, your friendly neighborhood Dave is single. Problem is I am learning more and more that being single... sucks.
This is never more apparent than during dinner preperation. It is honestly harder to cook for one person than it is to cook for multiple.
I love to cook. It is a way to express yourself and be creative without having a lot of training or anything. Lets be honest, anyone can get into the kitchen and cook. Its an everyman (or everywoman) canvas that on any night a masterpiece can emerge from.
As I said, it is easier to cook for multiple people tham it is to cook for just yourself. It limits what you can make. You dont want to be wasteful.
The other problem is that at no point during the day do you feel more alone than when you are cooking for just yourself.
The portions you make are either so small that they just scream "This is a meal for a lonely man". The other situation you run into is you end up with more food than you could possibly eat in one sitting.
Its almost enough to make me want to eat fast food every night.
Oh and tonight's dinner was one of those that is going to leave me with leftovers for a couple of nights. Its Spagetti with a Cheese Alfredo sauce with a steak in the sauce.
Simple, easy, but still kinda depressing to have to cook for myself.
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Heroes
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Posted:Dec 12, 2007 3:53 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:29 pm
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As almost anyone who knows me would attest, I am still a big . To be honest with you, just looking at certain areas in my home will reveal that.
One of the hallmarks of being a is having heroes. Growing up, my hero was Optimus Prime. Man, I wanted to be a transforming truck who always did the right thing.
Nowadays, my heroes are people who do things no 'mortal' man can do. I don't know if they are somehow superior to the average mass of people.
Its not a thing that can be measured. None of my heroes are superstrong, or can fly or do things that only Stan Lee can envision. No, nowadays my heroes are people who have something internal within them making them stand apart from others.
Sad thing, the things that make my heroes outstanding are things that anyone can do. Well, anyone can do it if they actually care to.
I guess that is it. My heroes care. Its not that hard to do. Sometimes, though, caring enough is hard.. and it can hurt. It is hard to care about people. It leaves you open and vunerable when you allow yourself to give that much. I guess I can't blame people for not wanting to do it. I don't want to leave myself that wide open and easy to harm.
So I ask you all... who are your heroes and why?
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My upcoming birthday
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Posted:Dec 11, 2007 4:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 6:10 am
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My 33rd birthday is rapidly (too rapidly) approaching. I usually select one thing that I really want and get it for myself and let everyone else who is close to me just give me whatever it is they think I want.
This year, I have decided on probably the most unusual gift for myself possible.
I want Muahluv!
There is a reason. Believe it or not, this is something that I have thought long and hard about.
For those of you who do not know Muahluv, let me tell you a little bit about one of the most imperfectly perfect people I have ever had the pleasure to encounter.
How do you describe Muah? Well, gorgeous is probably a good place to start.
Any analysis of Muah probably would start with her looks anyway. She has hair you just want to run your fingers through (and then pull on occasion). Such soft and smooth skin. Eyes that can hold your soul.
MUah's lips... that... is a discussion for another day. Suffice it to say, I can imagine that heaven will feel similar to how her lips must feel. The rest of her body is curvy and perfect for spending hours exploring!
But, there is so much more to Muah than just her looks (which are amazing). Muah is intelligent! Suprising, I know. Especially considering she is a Cali Baby, but one look at anything that Muah has written and you can see a spark of some truly profound thoughts. And!! Muah can laugh at herself. For me, a sense of humor is a very important thing.
I am not going to talk about the passion Muah brings to the table. If you want to know about that... just read her blogs!
Anyways... I want Muahluv for my birthday.
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hate
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Posted:Dec 10, 2007 5:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 6:10 am
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As much as it pains me to write this, I am comign to believe that sometimes it is important to hate someone.
The reason that this is so hard for me to admit is because I personally believe that Hate is by and large a wasteful emotion. I dont believe in wasting my precious emotion on something as destructive as hate.
I am coming to see though, that sometimes (for a small amount of time) hate is important. Sometimes we need to burn away those emotional investments, and the only way to do that is to hate.
Hate is a clean place to be. There are no complications to it. Its solid and steady in a world that has turmoil.
I wont hate forever. I will hate for a while longer though. I know when it is over though, I will have cauterized the wound.
Has anyone else had this experience?
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Blogging on Affairlook
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Posted:Dec 8, 2007 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2007 11:51 am
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I have to be honest with you about something. I find it a lot easier to blog on Affairlook than on other places, like Myspace (for example). While I do write on there also, I find it a bit restraining to write about some of my deeper thoughts on here. I dont have the restraints or connections to people on here that I have on Myspace.
That, and to be honest with you, when I write something here, I get a more honest response. No one has to show any restraint with what can be said me.
Myspace gives me filtered responses. The responses I get there are shielded.
Here I get blunt and (thankfully) honest.
I appreciate that.
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Life
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Posted:Dec 8, 2007 5:19 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:29 pm
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In accordiance with several of my own personal deeply held beliefs, I cannot accept that life is just a random series of events. I, personally, believe that every action that we take has long reaching effects.
What I am trying to say is that our actions sculpt the future that we live in. Our choices and the choices of those around us. That is what maps out to us what paths we have available to us to walk down.
Now, I am not saying that EVERY decision made directly impacts the future. The only impact that wearing blue underwear on Tuesday has is that you (hopefully) dont wear blue underwear again until you have done laundry. That is, of course, assuming that you only have one pair of blue underwear.
Other decisions, those are the ones that really bite us in the butt.
Do I stand up or do I turn away?
Do I love, or do I step back?
Do I stand faithful, or do I betray?
Do I open up, or do I stay closed?
Not only do we have to worry about the decisions that we make, but we have to worry about the decisions of those who walk the samake.
me paths that we do. This is where it gets sticky. We can control the decisions that we make... and by and large sculpt the path we walk. We can't control the decisions of those around us. That, my amigos, is where we tend to get into trouble. The only influence that we can have on these outside influence is if we include them or not.
This leads us to the hardest decision that anyone will ever
Do I trust or do I deny?
Each of these decisions has consequences.
Do I trust? This leaves us open to being hurt and allowing undo control to be granted to others of our life. One decision on the part of someone you chose to trust can have long reaching and damaging consequences on your life. You leave yourself open to that person or persons. The benefit of this is that you are ready and available to accept those positive things that come into your life. If you are not open and you do not trust, then you cannot possibly be able to handle or accept all of the wonderful things that life can offer you.
Do I deny? When you chose to deny access to your life you put up a shell around yourself. You have a protective barrier around your heart and soul. You stay safe. You make your own path and have as much control over your life as possible. You literally become the master of your own destiny. The downside is that you do not have any connection to others. if you have no connection to others, you cannot grow. You cannot become a completely actualized human being. Literally you stunt yourself, sacrificing growth for safety.
The choice is in your hands.
Having said that, I will not say that regret is a bad thing. We are naturally going to regret decisions that we make. Regret is fine. Dont wallow in your regret though. Take it, and learn from it. Analyze the decison, and learn from it. All regret is is a way to remind us to learn from our experiences. It hurts. That hurt is to remind us that we have to be careful about who we let into our lives.
The choice is yours.
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sometimes
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Posted:Dec 8, 2007 4:15 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:29 pm
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sometimes
Sometimes you ahve to do something that you dont want to do for the good of all.
believe me, I know.
Cutting ties sucks.
Sometimes you have to cut those ties for not only your benefit, but for the benefit of everyone else.
And sometimes you have to say things you dont mean and act in ways you dont like to do what you have to do.
If to protect everyone, I have to be hated, then let me be hated. Brand me with the marks of satan and allow the world to align against me, as long as the world becomes a better place because of it.
And that... I think... is the last I am going to say about it.
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Making a mistake
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Posted:Dec 7, 2007 6:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2008 8:45 am
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I guess deep down we are all a little bit of maschoists. Or at least I am. I went back and looked at the Ex's myspace page. Since it is set to private, all that I got was an avert to her and my ex friend's common page . This is also a private page. It adverts their engagement.
I finally stooped to writing her an email:
I guess you were never serious about me.
I know that now
she responded back with a single message :
whatever you say dave, Merry Christmas and I wish you the best of luck in everything
I sent a bunch of messages back asking for answers (even mailed her again on Myspace).
Never got a response back.
I guess scars arent healed completely.
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The Lessons of our Penis
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Posted:Dec 6, 2007 5:38 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2007 9:40 pm
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From the moment that a man first notices his penis, we have a lifetime connection to that silly little flap of flesh between our legs.
We define ourselves by it. As a result a large part of our confidence comes from it. As a side effect, a friend of mine pointed out that the best form of birth control was pointing and laughing.
Sometimes I do believe that the penis is smarter than the man who carries it. If we were really smarter than our penises, we would be in a significantly better situation.
We would be more sensitive to those who are closest to us.
We would be able to rise to any occasion.
We would be self confident enough to hang out with even the nuttiest people.
We would be relentless in the persuit of the purpose of our lives.
We would always be prepared for the weather.
We would live in peace... in the tropics!
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