Fleet Marine Life #103 – Gravy Train
Oct16
on October 16, 2011
at 9:23 pm
For those who are about to get out, don’t re-enlist. If you re-enlist thinking that you’re going to be able to ride that sweet gravy train forever, you must be crazy.
My buddy re-enlisted with an incentive that he move to a recon unit. He thought it was going to be better but it wasn’t. Now he has even less time to see his family. He is not going to re-enlist after the end of his second term. Even the recon Marines want to join the Army Special Forces.
The gravy train is only a short ride that has to stop. When it stops, it stops abruptly. Then you’re going to have to face years of Marine Corps bullshit again.
Resist the temptation.
Riding the gravy train and regretting it since 1779.
I re-enlisted once because I had a new wife and a baby on the way. Got $8,000 and choice of duty station. Earned a degree at night during the second enlistment and then said “See ya bitches!” Best part was refusing orders when they tried to send me to Long Island, NY with 6 months left. The Bn CO was pissed and I had to go see him about it. That was awesome to have the power to say “no”.
I heard today that a new maradmin came out saying as of monday we are not allowed to roll our sleeves ever???
I wonder how many Generals it took to make this decision. I guess this is what they get paid for.
They got rid of the billet General sleeve roller. So that’s why I saw that the 3 Star’s entourage was missing someone…
Now that’s the kind of progressive policy I can get behind. In 5 years I never tried to master the art of sleeve rolling. One day I had some pretty sweet sleeves and a guy I knew said “wow, your sleeves look good.” I told him that my neighbor’s wife did them for me. He thought I was kidding.
Sleeve rolling was stupid, high and tights were stupid and so were having sweet looking boots, bringing another quote of great wisdom: “I wish we still had black boots so you could tell who the shit bags are right away.”
To this I said, ‘whatever, corporal, now do the fucking things I tell you to do and stop whacking it to what you dream the corps of being – a place where you’re the boss of me, which would never happen unless you joined 5 years earlier.’
I had a deal going where they were going to let me be a swimming instructor for 2 years then do a B-billet of rifle coach on Edson range. Then it fell through and they told me I would have to reenlist as an infantryman. No way! I got out and now I have two kids and I enjoy spending lots of time with them, something I could never do in the Corps. I am also in college for a degree in chemistry. I told one of the motards who said I couldn’t hack it that while I am getting educated for a degree recognized around the world, the only thing he will learn in the coming months is that if he cradles the 1st Sgt’s balls he won’t have to spend as much time under his desk.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa heeeeeeeeeeeeeey yaaaaaaaaaaa.
Don’t do it.
Donchu dare do it!