a year ago i lost one of the best friends i've ever had. We had served together for 5 years, and he took me under his wing helping me to pull my head out of my ass as a young corpsman to the point where I took over for him as the senior line corpsman of our company when he was promoted. On the battlefield I was told there were fewer men more fearless than him, as a father he was the only person besides my own father whose advice I would seek. A father at 18 years old he joined the military and kept his marriage together through four deployments, three of which were combat deployments, and somehow still found time to help his son when he could even though we were half way around the world, and still lead on and off the battlefield to help mentor and guide young frick ups like myself. Its finally really hit me after a year, and i am sad as frick. For him I feel nothing but pride having known him and although cancer whittled him down his last year I will still only see him as the stoic, calm, cool-headed leader when shit started collapsing around us during my first mass-casualty. Life is a bastard /k/ommandos. I didn't know where else to post. Military/War stories thread i guess.
Lol good, one less zogbot.
checked, and we have both been out for a while when he passed, but i guess the damage was already done for zog. Also frick you homosexual, go blow some ukranian for updoots on reddit or whatever you homos do.
Eat shit and commit unalive, homosexual
>Eat shit and commit unalive, homosexual
>commit unalive
OP here. I do agree with you to an extent, however this isnt reddit, homosexual. have a nice day.
>implying I know what they say on reddit
Fine, frick off then lmao.
Thanks doc
Im sorry bro. Just remember hed prob b***h smack your ass if he caught you slacking off or slowing down bc hes gone
Never stop attacking. Never stop moving forward. Violence of action.
I will tell the tale of a frick up named Lawrence.
>Be corpsman assigned to 1st Marine Division.
>brand new boots so we have to go through Combat Trauma Management(CTM). Its a refresher/lessons learned course taught by guys recently back home from a combat tour.
>Going through the part of the course where they bring us down to a realistic afghan village with actual afghani actors playing the locals.
>Moving "casualties" through town. Set up CCP somewhere as part of the drill and then move casualties again.
>move to final checkpoint. Me and my battle buddy are moving our casualty.
>See Lawrence just standing at the end point.
>i ask how he moved so fast since he was moving a heavy dummy by himself and hes always struggled with that
>goes pale white despite being mullato.
>oh frick i forgot it!
>tell him i'll go with him before the instructors see what happens so we all don't get fricked
>grab the dummy with him
>get to the end point and don't see any instructors
>think we're in the clear
>Nope.jpg
>from the rooftop across the way i hear
>took you long enough frick face!
>instructor was watching the whole time.
>forms sqaud in cirlce around him, and chews our asses for not helping each other, and continually letting Lawrence be a colossal frick up
>finally he just singles our Lawrence
>how in the frick did you forget the heavy fricking body you were carrying the ENTIRE! FRICKING! DRILL!?
>Makes us all right-face.
>makes us all walk in a circle making a train noise except Lawrence.
>chuck-a-chuck-a-chuck-a-chuck-a
>Lawrence is the whistle except instead of saying "CHOO-CHOO!" he has to say "I'm a frick up!"
>we do this for a few minutes while the other squads and actors watch.
>mfw
more of lawrence or in general?
More Lawrence and CTM in general.
>be the last night of the first week of CTM
>friends that have gone through it warn me to be alert that night
>I tell all the guys in the squad bay to sleep in undershirt and pants with everything else staged by our racks because the instructors are gonna frick with us tonight
>lawrence is no where to be found
>decided to go out for a thirsty thursday at a bar
>we are all asleep by the time he gets back so he doesn't get the word
>2AM a flashbang explodes in the squad bay and we are all woken up and putting our gear on
>we are too fast for the instructors to really single out the guys who would usually be slow
>except Lawrence who was sleeping in PT shorts only.
>they all swarm him except for the two shuffling us out the doors
>Finally after 5 minutes of non-stop screaming at him he joins us outside where we were getting beat until the whole squad was formed
>Form up in fire teams and wait to stack up on the door to go into the "kill room".
>The kill room is a dark room with loud noises and casualties for us to treat. They called in "stress inoculation".
>The instructors of every fire team are going down the ranks breaking open chemlights and pouring them on the people who need to be watched the most because they performed the worst the entire week during class
>Lawrence is the only guy in my team. They pour all 10 on him.
>finally stack up on the door
>Captain Jack Sparrow is blaring on the other side
>GO! GO! GO!
>breach the door and get pushed to the ground while we enter
cont.
cont.
>pitch black except for a strobe light, defining music playing, and the sound of the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan is blaring over the music
>instructors are screaming at us, shooting blanks, pouring fake blood all over us, etc.
>crawl and find a patient
>i am doing alright treating my patient when i notice that the song has switched to Danger Zone
>also notice movement directly to the right of my head blocking the light from the strobe light
>one of the instructors is bare-ass naked thrusting his hips next to my face singing "HIGH WAY TO THE DANGLE ZONE!"
>whatthefrick.gif
>instructor monitoring my treatments of the casualty starts smacking my helmet telling me to pay the frick attention
>finish my assessment and treatment of patient
>instructor approves of all my work and tells me i found all injuries.
>see the chemlights in the corner. Its Lawrence
>the instructors have swarmed him again even Dangle Zone.
>My instructor tells me to go help him
>he has fricked up bad, and has completely missed a few easy to feel injuries
>i start treating the wounds
>Lawrence has been moved over and someone is literally just filling up buckets of fake blood and dumping them on him until i am done
>after his instructor approves of my interventions they stop the music, turn on the lights, and keep pouring all the fake blood on lawrence
>6AM we are done. They tell us to shower and give us libo for the rest of the day/weekend.
>mfw i hear Danger Zone since that night.
>dangle zone
I love it. Thank you for sharing anon.
fullhouse dubs confirm Dangle Zone, absolutely priceless!!!
More please
In class. Will post the last story of Lawrence tonight when im done.
gonna need the backstory to that one?
>responding to a serb
The twitter background should give it away. Its mandic, but without his trip
How'd he die?
Lawrence is still alive last i heard. My buddy died of throat cancer despite never smoking a day in his life. by the time they found it it had already got to his lymph nodes and spread across his body.
HEY WAIT A MINUTE THAT ONE COLONEL IN GENERATION KILL HAD THROAT CANCER ARE YOU BAITING US WITH REFERENCES?
No. People in the real world can get cancer as well. He probably got it from breathing in the burn pits during his many deployments. But of course the VA doesn't claim that shit.
also Godfather lived. He was the battalion commander, and his voice is why they called him Godfather.
Lost my own mentor and his mentor to cancer one per year, two years running.
nothing like sitting by a man's bedside and watching the lights go out day by day.
i have seen death in combat, in natural disasters, and in the bed comfortably in a hospital, and i have seen what cancer does to someone. I'd say cancer is the most egregious because it can take down people you perceive as larger than life.
did you even read the post?
There's a lot of good men out there in all walks of life.
Be thankful you met one.
Assuming it's not a larp, sorry for your loss OP. Be the example for others that you needed.
for once i'm not larping on here, even my stories are real, and i thank god for having met a man of his caliber. I still keep in contact with his wife and son from time to time.
Sorry, anon. Take with you what he taught you.
You're a testament to the man he was, anon. Nobody leaves this world as anything but a memory and the change they happen to leave in their wake. Mourn him, weep, process the loss however you need to, but never forget him and what he did for you. The best way you can pay it back is to be the positive influence he was for you for someone else.
dont let him die in vain I guess, honor his memory and do the same for others that he did for you
Why do you keep spamming this? Why are you obsessed with that troony in particular?
In February it will have been 3 years since the first guy I lost. Great dude would give you the shirt off his back if you asked. One night he showed up to my room at 2am shit faced and goes "Hey SPC anon, i got the 24hr pass for the gym, lets go lift" so we go frick around on the benches for a few hours. He used to come up with the most convoluted ways to ask for a cigarette, "Hey, anon you know they poison one smoke out of every pack?" At which point id tell him to frick off and give him one. "This one would have killed you, anon" he'd say.
Its just a buisiness trip.
Its always the good ones. Sorry big guy.
It sucks that all we can really do is Remember them and drive on.
Business trip?
Its a quote from him we all put on the memorial bands.
I got the sense it was significant. What did he mean by it?
The army isnt your whole life, you always have a place to go back to. Whatever we were doing, training, garrison life, getting smoked, when shit got dumb, it was just a buisness trip and youd be home before you know it.
Rah. Thanks for sharing anon. I'm going to share that anecdote w my buddies, I think they'd get a kick out of it/find it relatable.
I'm grateful I haven't lost anyone yet. Gotten damn close to it, but all callsigns accounted for thus far.
Should have gotten vaxxed.
Thanks for sharing doc. Wish I could do more for you. If i could pass you a cig, I would
A military member stalked my family, paid a bunch of money to surveillance and harass them, split my family up, and sent my daughter into a spiral of hard drugs and death. I buried her last month.
What should I do? How would a soldier address this issue?
If what you said is true then report him to the base CID office or the one that would handle it nearest him.
You wouldn’t kill them and destroy the 75th ranger regiment if one of them caused the death of your baby girl?
Too much edge for me, lads.
Edges are a good idea. Separating a ranger from their intestines slowly with an edged tool could be an effective form of recompense, especially if their childrens limbs are severed and shoved up their gaping butthole first
LARP and Crinj
If you don’t have anything positive to contribute, shut your pie hole.
Ill contribute that you positively wouldnt do shit, pussy.
I’ll say unkind things to your family members for damn sure
Somehow I think the 75th would just kill you instead.
You’re dumb so that’s to be expected.
If you wouldn’t kill them, is it totally unreasonable to break into a food truck and give them all prion disease that slowly eats their brains over the course of decades, leaving them drooling vegetables?
What about planting license plate capture cameras outside their base, stalking them individually, then igniting their houses so they die with their families of smoke inhalation?
There’s always the one where you poison their kids and make them raise a family of people as moronic and broken as they are
But what about the satisfaction gained of the taste of their blood? These methods deny you that.
Sorry about your loss doc. I hope you know we always appreciate you.
>rah
Rah, yet, kill. So on and so forth.
Good riddance mutt soldier
Didn't ask
You're the greatest hero of them all.
That soldier's name was Albert Einstein
Did you not read it? He was a corpsman, that makes him a sailor.
Last one about Lawrence.
>be at new battalion
>Lawrence has kind of fricked up a few basic things, but nothing really to go crazy about. Higher ups just chalk it up to being a boot/prior nuke(if you know you know)
>Friday finally comes and the BC has decided to grace us with a half day.
>Form up in front of the Barracks as a battalion in a U Shape. See pic related.
>BC is giving speech about how we'll be getting ready to start our training for our afghan rotation next week, yadda yadda yadda.
>I notice movement behind HQ
>Lawrence is noticeably swaying back and forth
>see a salty HM3 holding him up by the collar of his blouse whispering angrily in his ear
>kneeslocked.png
>Despite his best efforts he can't keep Lawrence up, but at least is able to control his fall
>Marines in front of me now notice and start to giggle
>the Sgt.Maj notices the giggling, and then sees what they're giggling at. He rolls his eyes.
>pathetic.jpg
>I see the HM3 trying to wake Lawrence up by slapping him repeatedly
>Battalion surgeon comes over, and pushes the HM3 aside
>Starts slapping him even harder until he wakes up
>Battalion commander finishes his speech and looking over at the commotion "I guess this is as good as any other time to dismiss you if Sgt.Maj doesn't have anything for you"
>He grunts some sort of "no sir"
>Dismissed
cont.
cont.
>from over by Lawrence our short as frick 5'1" Filipino Chief screams "ALL CORPSMAN TO THE AID STATION! NOW!"
>way to fricking go Lawrence
>He has us move all the chairs out of the waiting area and circle around him.
>He is the definition of a manlet yet he is incredibly imposing. If i had only heard of him instead of actually known him i would've guessed he was a 6'5" chad.
>"That was FRICKING EMBARRASSING!"
>"YOU'RE A FRICKING CORPSMAN!"
>"YOU'RE A FRICKING BOOT!"
>"HOW THE FRICK ARE YOU GONNA EMBARASS US LIKE THAT AT YOUR FIRST FRICKING FORMATION!"
>Lawrence is 6'2". To get in his face he has to jump. He is literally jumping at every swear word.
>I try to contain my laughter, and its a losing battle.
>It is Waterloo and i am Napoleon.
>"DON'T LOCK YOUR FRICKING KNEES!"
>battle over, i chuckle along with a few others of us
>This doesn't stop chief. He tells us to shut the frick up and continues into Lawrence for another 15 minutes
>Because we laughed now we all have to stay until 1600 cleaning rather than having off with the rest of the battalion.
>mfw chief jumping up and down yelling to get in lawrences face
>mfw when laughing was worth it
My roommate at my first duty station was a bisexual former heroin addict and KKK member who supposedly embezzled funds from his local Klan chapter and used them to throw drug-fueled BDSM orgies. According to him they threw a segregated barbecue with the local Black Panthers chapter one time, two yards with a fence in between.
>A father at 18 years old he joined the military and kept his marriage together through four deployments, three of which were combat deployments, and somehow still found time to help his son when he could even though we were half way around the world,
90% chance he's been cheated on.
40% chance he's a wilful cuck outright.
In the context of modern society, it's inevitable.
Anyway point being, the 75th ranger regiment are child rapist scumbags
How did we go from a guy in the army abused your daughter, got her into drugs, and she killed herself to the 75th ranger regiment are all child rapists? I'm not saying there aren't bad guys because I came across bad guys at every command, but your larping is coming off inconsistent.