I'd suggest EVERYONE read, "You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey: Crazy Stories About Racism," by Amber Ruffin and her sister, Lacey Lamar. If you're shocked by Adam's example, you should read it twice. (P.S., I'm sorry Adam. That is truly f'd up, as is the uniform thing. WTF?)
I just ordered it, thanks. Should be very educational to this white guy in England, who's not afraid of uncomfortable truths, unlike these snowflake Repugs.
It speaks incredibly well of you that you are able to have a sense of humour about something that 90% of us never even have to consider. Good on you, and I'd happily buy that book!
Thank you mister. I started off writing about a time when I was temporarily stationed at 29 Palms MCAGCC (Marine Corps Air/Ground Combat Center) and I had to have all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed.
The scene opens inside of a tent with a floor of sand. It's BLAZINGLY hot and I'm in the dentist chair when the dentist comes in.
He was a Navy Commander and his name tag said: Dr. Ream.
Hey, Adam, ex-Jarhead here! I was at 29 Palms in 1975, Aug thru Nov. Comm School - Honor Graduate. When and where were you? Aside, I once had to see a Dr. at Camp Lejeune who was named - TRUTH! - Dr. Hacker. Only in the Marines!!
I was out at the Stumps in 1984 or so playing Mux instructor in the desert. I nearly died there my first day but damn do I love the desert. Went to bootcamp at the dreaded Parris Island and did Radio School at Lejuene (Camp Bluebird).
I didn't know they moved radio school AGAIN! I first began radio school at MCRD San Diego, and about 2 weeks in, they announced the move to "Stumps" ( I had forgotten that lovely nickname!). Actually had a great time there. Got to know Joshua Tree National Park very well, and met a few celebs in Palm Springs. Fought the Black Widows, and dodged a couple rattlers, as well. Good Times!
What about the centipedes? Armored BEASTS they were! Faster than you could see, almost. Huge they were too! 18" to 24" easily. And not 1, not 2, but THREE kinds of scorpions.
But I loved the desert. 100+ during the day, 20 degrees, sometimes less at night. GD beautiful country even though it's mainly comprised of scrubland and sand, but the rock formations, declinations, arroyos and the sheer expanse of it all spelled beauty for me. Not to mention the various species of plantlife (not that many), cacti, birds, mammals (like those bloody coyotes), snakes. raptors and such.
Nothing like moonlight illuminating ripples and rills of sand, while you smoke andf drink with your buddies and watch while the tank crews blow the absolute SHIT out of large chunks of desert in the Delta corridor. Tracers like lasers in the night! Then LIGHT!!! and BOOMBOOM!!!
GOOD TIMES!! I loved it there too. Went to Lejeune from there, and it just wasn't the same. We were housed in the old aluminum quanset huts. They had been empty for years before the school moved, and were infested with YES! the centipedes, and the Black Widows. The electric outlets were offset from the walls, with 2" gaps behind them. That's where the spiders lived. We would use cans of Right Guard as flame-throwers to get rid of them! The scorpions were the worse, though, because they would come out at night, and climb in your boots. Didn't get me, but I was one of the few. Wish I could remember the name of the bar in "town" that had all the rattler skins hanging on the walls. If I still drank, I'd invite you for a beer to share stories!!
Hahahahaha! Had a Master Sgt who would get a case of beer, crawl into the back of a Mark-109 and proudly proclaim "I'm bout tuh see jist how much o this BEER a man kin drink n stay upright!"
I could tell you some good-uns and I know you got some for me.
I'm gonna write a book. Many of the things that I've been though while awful at the time, are hilarious in the re-telling.
I'd suggest EVERYONE read, "You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey: Crazy Stories About Racism," by Amber Ruffin and her sister, Lacey Lamar. If you're shocked by Adam's example, you should read it twice. (P.S., I'm sorry Adam. That is truly f'd up, as is the uniform thing. WTF?)
I love Amber and will look for her book as I love reading too. Even more than chikin!!! Lol.
I just ordered it, thanks. Should be very educational to this white guy in England, who's not afraid of uncomfortable truths, unlike these snowflake Repugs.
Damn straight James.
We're all just fucking people but a significant portion of the population has difficulty with the concept.
It speaks incredibly well of you that you are able to have a sense of humour about something that 90% of us never even have to consider. Good on you, and I'd happily buy that book!
Haiku's & Fuck You's: The Story of My Life
LOL; that would be an awesome title!
Thank you mister. I started off writing about a time when I was temporarily stationed at 29 Palms MCAGCC (Marine Corps Air/Ground Combat Center) and I had to have all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed.
The scene opens inside of a tent with a floor of sand. It's BLAZINGLY hot and I'm in the dentist chair when the dentist comes in.
He was a Navy Commander and his name tag said: Dr. Ream.
Hey, Adam, ex-Jarhead here! I was at 29 Palms in 1975, Aug thru Nov. Comm School - Honor Graduate. When and where were you? Aside, I once had to see a Dr. at Camp Lejeune who was named - TRUTH! - Dr. Hacker. Only in the Marines!!
I was out at the Stumps in 1984 or so playing Mux instructor in the desert. I nearly died there my first day but damn do I love the desert. Went to bootcamp at the dreaded Parris Island and did Radio School at Lejuene (Camp Bluebird).
I didn't know they moved radio school AGAIN! I first began radio school at MCRD San Diego, and about 2 weeks in, they announced the move to "Stumps" ( I had forgotten that lovely nickname!). Actually had a great time there. Got to know Joshua Tree National Park very well, and met a few celebs in Palm Springs. Fought the Black Widows, and dodged a couple rattlers, as well. Good Times!
What about the centipedes? Armored BEASTS they were! Faster than you could see, almost. Huge they were too! 18" to 24" easily. And not 1, not 2, but THREE kinds of scorpions.
But I loved the desert. 100+ during the day, 20 degrees, sometimes less at night. GD beautiful country even though it's mainly comprised of scrubland and sand, but the rock formations, declinations, arroyos and the sheer expanse of it all spelled beauty for me. Not to mention the various species of plantlife (not that many), cacti, birds, mammals (like those bloody coyotes), snakes. raptors and such.
Nothing like moonlight illuminating ripples and rills of sand, while you smoke andf drink with your buddies and watch while the tank crews blow the absolute SHIT out of large chunks of desert in the Delta corridor. Tracers like lasers in the night! Then LIGHT!!! and BOOMBOOM!!!
GOOD TIMES!! I loved it there too. Went to Lejeune from there, and it just wasn't the same. We were housed in the old aluminum quanset huts. They had been empty for years before the school moved, and were infested with YES! the centipedes, and the Black Widows. The electric outlets were offset from the walls, with 2" gaps behind them. That's where the spiders lived. We would use cans of Right Guard as flame-throwers to get rid of them! The scorpions were the worse, though, because they would come out at night, and climb in your boots. Didn't get me, but I was one of the few. Wish I could remember the name of the bar in "town" that had all the rattler skins hanging on the walls. If I still drank, I'd invite you for a beer to share stories!!
Just thought about a day when they were dropping 2,000 lb bombs in the corridor.
GFD! Made the ground JUMP!!!
Hahahahaha! Had a Master Sgt who would get a case of beer, crawl into the back of a Mark-109 and proudly proclaim "I'm bout tuh see jist how much o this BEER a man kin drink n stay upright!"
I could tell you some good-uns and I know you got some for me.
OOH RAH!
Forgot to mention that we lived in "A Frame" huts in the real GD desert.