Theres nothing better than a chick that outranks you. 8-) ANd when your only an LC, most people outrank you. :-P
ST 4, great movie! Just imaginging a Russian in the 1960s-80’s asking where the nuclear vessels are…hehe.
And Marine, you may like women you have to salute in the morning, but it’s fun the other way around too. “Private, get me my breakfast!” :P
There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a woman you have to salute in the morning. Promote 'em all, I say, 'cause this is true: if you haven’t gotten a blowjob from a superior officer, well, you’re just letting the best in life pass you by.
Colonel Nathan R. Jessup, “A Few Good Men”
Very true, very true. Some guys hate taking orders from women, but hell, If I get married some day than I am gaining valuable experience. :lol:
Hey Jen,
I know the national position of the Soviet Union was atheism, but were any religions allowed to be practiced? I ask b/c Korea has the same national policy but allow religion to exist to some degree.
No religion was to be practiced in the Soviet Union. I believe the rational behind Stalin’s orders were that if God would not accept all men equally, then he had no place in communism.
Wow, I always thought that God did view us as equals, just some of us are more loyal and others are more in left field.
I think he does, but Stalin was Stalin. Old Joseph thought that if some were privaleged to go to heaven and others were not (or so I’m told) then that meant God’s “government” was playing favorites and it was definately not a communist idea.
Ah, I see the concept now. Thank you for explaining it to me. I was a paratrooper in the Army my wife tells me I fell on my head a few to many times thats why it takes so long for me to understand abstract thought :lol:
Sorry to get off topic, hope this didn’t derail the conversation to badly,
-LT04
Nah, I think it pretty much died after my story, unfortunately.
Im only 19, I dont have much of a life story to tell.
Im only 19, I dont have much of a life story to tell.
Sure you do, unless you were jacked into your computer 24/7. :P Even then, I guess you have a story to tell, it may not be interesting, but you would have a story. hehe.
All right here I go.
I was born in souther California. No I’m not Mexican (but I do love their food). I’m as wight as the snow we got here yesterday. (yes it was Easter sunday here too.) I was the oldist son to a mother who was and still is an emotional terrorist, and a father who drinks like a fish and those ladies and gents were their good habits. We moved our way north through a series of bankruptcies forclosures till we made it north of Sacramento, California. On 12 DEC 1998 my father left us, for a younger single woman who had no kinds that looked shockingly like my mom. After that my younger brother (and only sibling) was in and out of juvy.
Summer of my junior year of high school I took the GED test and enlisted in the US Army. I finished basic and most of my job skill training (called AIT [Advanced Individual Training]) before my would be class mates started their Senior year. Later the Army decided to “down size” the “Topographic Corps of Engineers” (yes the army does have such an animal), and they decided for me I would be better suited as a supply sergeant. I didn’t know this then but yes there are jobs in the army you can qualify for if you are not smart enough (as determined by the ASVAB) to be an Infantryman, supply is that job.
So I followed orders and went to Fort Lee, VA. After that  they sent me to my new first duty station, Fort Drum, NY. I went to Afghanistan and got hurt by one of those lovely IED’s you hear so much about in the news. So they sent me to Uzbekistan to Italy, to Germany, to England where I got on a troop transport to take me to the Washington Navel Yard so I could go to Walter Reed Army Medical Center (WRAMC). Spent some time there before they sent me back to Fort Drum to clear post. I was going to be medically discharged. 18 months later it was final and I was discharged. In that time I met my wife we got married and bought a house in the area.
As instructed by the Army I sent my records to the VA hospital near here. My records were handled in the order they were received, so about 2 years later I had my first medical appointment after separation I didn’t have to pay for. Yes didn’t have to pay for. They told me my records were amended and instead of being 40% disabled and medically retired I was 0% disabled b/c it was determined that the nerve damage in my left leg, ankle, lower back and right tricep may have been there before I enlisted. How they came to that conclusion I’ll never know b/c they won’t tell me.
So if I agreed to pay the Army back the full amount of what they gave me under my medically retied status they agreed not to press criminal charges. (wasn’t that nice). Now My wife and I were on the verge of bankruptcy and along with that will always come marriage troubles. Some how we stuck together and made it through. We paid the Army back, paid all the medical bills for physical therapy and all that other fun stuff, and by an act of God stayed current with our mortgage.
I have been out of the service now for 4 years this SEP. Things are going a lot better oddly enough this SEP will be my 5 wedding anniversary and our first child will be born.
Looking back at what I wrote that sounds all gloom and doom and I should be a very bitter person but I’m not all you can do is roll with the punches or get pissed off about being punched, no point in being both if you can help it.
Now I work at a Nuke Plant nearby. I love this job and it pays awesome. In the end it all worked out. So thats me in a nut shell.
-LT04
My Story…
18… Senior…
White, Christian, Middle Class…
Homeschooled since 1st Grade…
Want to write in life… and…
On these boards, when I’m here, I am a the feds!
Have a nice day ma’am and remember to slow down…
GG
Told you that you had a story to tell, LT04. :)
I never said I didn’t Janus1 did. I know I had a story to tell just no one to listen until now. ( :lol:
A life story?
Born in '66. Navy brat. Moved every few years but not overseas. Every move was a drive across country. Few things suck more than being the new kid in a school halfway through the year where everyone already knows each other.
Youngest of three, by the time I was looking to leave the house, it was a good thing. Parents divorced shortly after I left the house but they weren’t really a married couple those last years anyway.
Joined the Navy since there was no money at home for college. Volunteered for submarines and nuclear power once my ASVAB and NFQT scores became known. Two years later in '86, I got to my submarine in Pearl Harbor and headed off to chase godless Commies in the Pacific. We chased things that go bump in the night and I received my first “combat medal” for unspecified actions. I also went to Captains Mast for “Dereliction of Duty” but it must not have been too serious since they fined me < $300 and kept me around. In '88 we went in the shipyard at Peal Harbor to change out major parts of the reactor plant. By the time we were coming back out the godless Commies had quit and the Navy was facing a 50% cut in manpower needs. I watched the good leaders start looking for jobs outside and decided I did not want to be left standing in a military full of people too dumb to find real jobs.
Got out in '90 and headed for college but I stayed with the Reserve to keep that door open and help pay for beer. Also brought along that cute girl I met while I was home on leave 18 months earlier. She was a US citizen born and raised over seas (beautiful sexy german accent!) and now she was headed to “my” college as a transfer student. We ended up in the same co-ed dorm building. Then the same co-ed bed. Decided to make it official. 18 months later our daughter was born. I put my college degree in a 1/2 time mode and started working full time to support my family. My wife took a year off for the pregnancy and newborn then went back to finish her degree. I found a better job working as a Navy contractor that helped pay for college. I also learned something about stealth technology and got to spend some time playing with really neat stuff.
Two years later I got a promotion that took us to Washington DC. Took a year off the degree to avoid the out of state tuiton nightmare. Got back into 1/2 college and full time work while paying for a mortgage, two cars, a stay at home working wife and our daughter. Finally got my daughter off to pre-school and my wife off to out of the house work when our second child was conceived. In '95 he was born and my wife stayed home with him for three more years. In the mean time, I kept at the degree and worked like a dog. I was traveling >%50 of the time, turning in homework by fax and watching lectures on video tape.
In '98 I finally finished my BSEE degree, got another major promotion and was liking life. Unfortunately, the military contracting world started to slow down so I looked around for other options. The “internet” was starting to take off and Information Technology was geting big so I looked for supporting industries that were not as dependent on military spending.
By 2000 I had a job in the Silicon Vally building satellites for telcoms. We rode that wave for a few years and watched the tech bubble bust and wipe out our neighbors. It was only a matter of time before the bubble burst would catch up with the satellite industry. I had kept my Navy Reserve connection all these years so I looked at some time in uniform helping the Navy get IT moved onto ships. Turns out I was not well qualified for that since I had not been keeping up with MSCE and CISCO certs but I did fit in nicely with a little Navy research lab that was working on robotics and needed an EE who could do everything from calculate torqe to program in machine code.
I accepted orders to active duty at the robotics lab in December of 2002 with no real expectation of ever leaving the lab. By the summer of 2003, things were getting busy with calls for new technology on the battle field in Iraq. We dept getting visits from people who were being escorted by 3 star Admirals. In the fall of 2003, I made rank to Chief and less than 30 days later was asked if I could field a “robotics repair team” to Iraq. Such a thing did not exist yet.
Since I was the only guy I knew in uniform who actually fixed EOD bomb robots as opposed to breaking using them, I figured I should train a few guys before I headed down range. By Jan of 2004, I had 12 sailors trained up ready to deploy. Interservice rivalry stuck its ugly head into play for awhile but eventually the Army got a clue and I finally took my team to Baghdad in April of 2004. I set up the shop, got the service running, put the systems and proceedures in place and started bringing in the sailors to run it. In less than 4 weeks we had returned more than half of the damaged robots to service ensuring that no EOD team would deploy without a working robot. By the end of six weeks we had a 24 hour a day operation that guaranteed “4 hours or less” turn around for a damaged robot or you get a new one. By the end of 8 weeks, we were the receiving end of “air ambulances” for robots coming in from all over Iraq. By the end of 10 weeks, not a day went by that we did not have a one star escorting some visitor through the facility.
I was back state side in less than three months with a whole new collection of medals from the Army and the Navy. I returned to Reserve status and spent the next few years training up sailors who then rotated through that shop and other locations or did training here stateside for deploying forces.
When I got back from Iraq, I did not want to go back to building satellites. Thankfully, my newly acquired skills made me a commodity in the world of underwater robotics and I found a position designing, building, operating and maintaing deep sea robots. I retired from the Navy in 2006 after 22 1/2 years of service, active and reserve. Decompressing from that life style and the combat tour in Iraq has been my primary focus since then.
My wife is still with me, I’m not sure why. My kids seem happy to see me and I do my best to give them more opportunities than I had. Robotics, sailing, horseback riding, war gaming are all interests but my family matters most. Not bad for 40+ years and I am looking forward to the next 40 right here.
@M36:
This Marine has no desire to share his life story with the folks of cyberspace. This Marine was manufactured at Parris Island. That is all yall need to know.
That’s a damn fine answer, Marine.
Hoo-rah!
No religion was to be practiced in the Soviet Union. I believe the rational behind Stalin’s orders were that if God would not accept all men equally, then he had no place in communism.
waaaat? haven’t you read the communist manifesto?
No religion was to be practiced in the Soviet Union. I believe the rational behind Stalin’s orders were that if God would not accept all men equally, then he had no place in communism.
waaaat? haven’t you read the communist manifesto?
Art thou confused as to the distinctiveness of Stalinist Russia and Marxist Communism?
The Russians had pure communism back in the days of the Czar. Village elders would gather once a year in the commune and parcel the land and resources according to each family’s current needs and ability so that no family was over burdened and no family went without.
