1500 hrs: Dispatched to Middle School in adjoining sector to monitor and secure perimeter around the End Of The Year Dance.
1505 hrs: Reported to Band Director (OIC) and received my orders. I was to post lookouts and run scattered patrols throughout the dance POD and prohibit “inappropriate behavior” perpetrated by indigenous personnel in the 11-14 yr old category. (wondered aloud if I would know it if I saw it)
1520 hrs: Observed puddled liquid adjacent to dance staging area, began mopping up operation. No casualties reported.
1535hrs: Tracked large number of obvious rabble -rousers intent on rousing rabble. Seriously outnumbered, elected to monitor rather than intervene. Requested air strike.
1558: Radios obviously inoperable. Engaged in small skirmishes to establish the illusion of control over the area. Re-enforcements nowhere in sight. Mopped up again.
1604 hrs: Watched helplessly as a curiously large number of combatants requested latrine visits. No plans to mop up there.
1625 hrs: Prepared to evacuate. Made mental observation that testosterone is wasted on the young.
1630: Retreated in shame.
“Tracked large number of obvious rabble -rousers intent on rousing rabble.”
That was the greatest sentence I have heard in a very long time. Frickin hilarious dude.
“Tracked large number of obvious rabble -rousers intent on rousing rabble.”
That was the greatest sentence I have heard in a very long time. Frickin hilarious dude.
Mack:
If you had watched “Footloose”–frame by frame, like the Zapruder tapes–you’da knowed what to do!
Demo, no need. You see, I have The Thousand Yard Stare.
All field marines have it.
Mack:
As is obvious from your gravatar.