Seeing as this is a weapons board I assume at least a few of you served. I was wondering how other people dealt with being away from war.
When I signed up, I never had any doubts about what was expected of me and what I expected out of my superiors. I knew that my training not only would make me equipped for any situation but that I was expected to go above & beyond. Any place they dropped me in, I never asked questions. We turned beautiful places into fucked up canvases of meat and blood. I thought it would affect me more but there is no morality in war. Fuck that shit.
Now that I'm out I crave going back. They turned me into something else, less than human. I still have dreams of kicking around skulls like it was football. How do you deal with the fact that you can never go back?
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Fuck off.
If only there were an entire general dedicated to this shit. This is clearly a bait thread so remember your herbs, everyone.
Yes, "clearly a bait thread". dumb fuck.
>Reddit frog
Fuck off normalfag
wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if this was jocko just hunched over a laptop genuinely asking for help and all we said was fuck off kek
War is what separates animals from humans. Now that you're out, do the funny and make a difference
I’ll sage, but why isn’t desire a basic emotion?
Dumbass
>battle from the Rwandan civil war
What's your point?
After reading the entire wiki entry, is it not obvious that the Africans that populate that continent are not far from these chimps in both society and culture.
bro ants wage multigenerational wars like its an Age of War flash game, forever
can relate op i spent a decade as a ranger in and out of conflict the only thing that brings me joy is playing soccor with goatmoron heads.
to alleviate the boredom of PTSD from the traumatic war and scenarios you imagined in your head, you may want to consider suicide and a note left to your wife and her children
You just read Blood Meridian for the first time or something?
Why are children allowed on PrepHole?
Don't be a massive pussy gay, endless scores of men have been to hell and back and got on with the business or living, working, raising their families etc.
There is no family.
Seeing as this is a weapons board I assume at least a few of you served. I was wondering how other people dealt with being away from chores.
When I signed up, I never had any doubts about what was expected of my ironing but had no idea of the autism of my superiors. I knew that my training not only would make me equipped for any scrubbing situation but that I was expected to go above & beyond in making the toilet rim shine. Any cleaning cupboard they dropped me in, I never asked questions. We turned perfectly fine rooms into autistic math-wizard straight line tapestries. I thought it would affect me more but there is no morality in petty corporate drama-queen arguments over who made the room booking. Fuck that shit.
Now that I'm out I crave going back. They turned me into something else, less than a Roomba. I still have dreams of being late for parade and having some career officer screech because an atom was stuck to my boot. How do you deal with the joy that you can never go back?
Alright, that's good.
Seeing as this is a cooking board I assume at least a few of you served. I was wondering how other people dealt with being away from the restaurant.
When I signed up, I never had any doubts about what was expected of me and what I expected out of the maître d'. I knew that my training not only would make me equipped for any order but that I was expected to go above & beyond for the customer. Any table they dropped me at, I always asked questions. We turned empty bellies into canvases of meat and veg. I thought it would affect me more but there is no morality in the culinary arts. Fuck that shit.
Now that I'm out I crave going back. They turned me into something else, less than a line cook. I still have dreams of dishing out platefuls like it was a buffet. How do you deal with the fact that you can never go back after you yelled at a customer for pairing red wine with fish?
I don’t get what this meme is grunts are grunts and cook is a thankless job all the same you fag
MY SIDES
What worked for my friend? Two tabs of acid and a trip in the woods with friends (me included) with weed and beer. He said that was the turning point to jog his noggin. YMMV because acid is weird and you just might have a psychotic break and end up at the grippy socks motel.
War really sucks when people around you start getting maimed horribly and you realize its only by chance it wasn't you.
No one here has served. The closest is some digital warfare interns in Brussels that had to do basic training.
Personally I think pancakes are better than waffles. Unpopular opinion I know.
It is vain to fight for the sake of fighting. A man can give his soul for the promise of war, and be taken to commit atrocities. To slaughter women and children for the political goals of the rich.
For what? For a paycheck, for something vague and political, that is hard to understand. For some rich man, some politicians and the bankers who made billions from the war.
If a man is to fight a war. This is, if a man is going to put his very life on the line and commit himself to kill and annihilate his explicit enemies, then it should be for reasons that are righteous and true.
To protect the innocent, to defend liberty and freedom, to uphold the poor and oppressed, to destroy tyranny in all forms. To fight for what is good out of love, for the Lord Almighty is love, and is all that is worth fighting for.
That's stupid. Lots of wars have been fought in the name of liberty and the Lord, but it's still always and only to benefit those who want more power. garden gnomes included, because you're referencing the Torah in by which governments are given the capacity to declare it not murder to kill a man for their society to succeed. I've actually read the Bible unlike online Christian virtue signalers who weirdly are on PrepHole of all places.
If the man wants order, camaraderie, and to fight then whatever, he can do want he wants.
what about fighting for fun?
>They turned me into something else, less than human.
Did they turn you into a frogposter, or was the retardation a pre-existing condition?
didn’t read posting this thing
This is the most git-'er-done armoured vehicle I've ever seen. What's it called?
I haven't seen this one before. Vietnam produced a bunch of single-use vehicles. It really was a playground for spooks, strategists, and military engineers.
Hehe join up hehe xD
we're putting EU pride flags in Iran with a giant arrow pointing in the direction of Germany
Ist gut ja
nice LARP
real military work is boring as shit
it's like having a real job, except you get paid less.
gay grunt
its called having an outlet for your aggression.
>The judge smiled. Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But trial of chance or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.
>Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to this moment which will tell if he is to die at that man’s hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man’s worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is a preference absolute and irrevocable and it is a dull man indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without agency or significance either one. In such games as have for their stake the annihilation of the defeated the decisions are quite clear. This man holding this particular arrangement of cards in his hand is thereby removed from existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one’s will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.
books are gay and for weak men
>books are gay and for weak men
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I've never met a masculine man who reads. Let alone babby's first existential meme book.
He said 18!
read the book "Tribe" it discusses the whole adjustment thing