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Showing posts with label crow bag. Show all posts
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Saturday, 26 March 2016

Contact. Wait out. #60. Liberties II.


Contact. Wait out. #60. Liberties II.

With all the social media outlets dealing with military issues, it is easy for people to jump on the bandwagon when it comes to military matters. That's usually a good thing as it allows the general public, and those affiliated with the military in some way, to get a feel for what is going on. Understanding can only breed support.

The trouble is that it also attracts dreamers and walts. The kind of people that feel that because they know what's happening in our world, they can comment on things in the same way that we would. We may have rivalries between cap badges, we may have issues with certain parts of the job, we may even have problems with certain personalities within the services, but that doesn't mean that anyone can sound off about it. We're a close knit group that is bonded by shared experience and hardships. If somebody hasn't been through that with us, they don't have a right to comment. Sure, they can show understanding and sympathy, but let's not have anyone trying to kid on that they know where we're coming from.

That being said, we still love the support we get. 99% of the folks that follow our armed forces make us want to serve. Even the complete creatures that we watch on Jezza. Hmm, maybe not them.

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Contact. Wait out. #32. Crows.


Contact. Wait out. #32. Crows.

If you get called a crow, in the British army, you're getting insulted. It's like being called a Boot in the US Marine Corps. Crow actually stands for something. It means Combat Recruit of War. You know, that super keen recruit that lives and breathes the army spirit and ethos and has yet to realise that he's soon going to be dry bummed on a regular basis.

Your crowbag still thinks that wearing Silver Shadows over Nike or Reebok is cool. He still would rather have an issue daysack over a Blackhawk, Karrimor, Viper, or Motherlode. His enthusiasm sucks at your very life force because you remembered that, in the very distant past, you were filled with enthusiasm too. The Crow just annoys you.

The thing is, it isn't his fault at all. He's just living his life and getting on with it the only way he knows how. You're the one with the problem. All that bitterness that the army has humped into you has turned you against the innocent new guy. Damn crow, what a wanker. How dare he make you contemplate your own psyche. Best you go and fuck with him a bit punish him for it.