No matter how pissed off, disgruntled or angry you might be, there’s undeniably something magical and entrancing about watching the air shows that go on during Fleet Week. The Blue Angels, amongst others, are always a sight to behold. It appeals to the very id of humanity, the acrobatics and prowess of skill and human accomplishment accompanied by the booming noises emitted by the powerful engines is always astonishing.
It will give anyone a hard-on. Anyone.
You can be the most hateful person in the world, but you will look up when you hear the deafening roar of those engines. Walking through the city while the Blue Angels were performing was entertaining, not just because of the awe of flying mechanical beasts, but watching the entire city of San Francisco stop in their tracks every time they heard that roar and look up, like children (myself included).
Jets are cool as fuck. Period.
I went to Fleet Week on Sunday here in San Francisco. It was an interesting show of Marines giving AAV and 7-ton tours (amongst others) to civilians in awe of their country’s military might. Of course, being in the military gives it a whole other perspective, as seeing a 7-ton really isn’t anything new or interesting, but I enjoy looking at the faces of civilians as they gawk. There was even a pretty sweet surgical unit demonstration set up, filled with Corpsmen showing civilians around and teaching them about combat lifesaving.
…And I even got a photo with the 1171 Water Dogs.
Showing posts with label Terminallance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terminallance. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Terminal lance
Comic
If the stereotype for enlisted wives is to be a morbidly obese baby-factory that lives on benefits and sorrow; then surely the opposite is in place for officer wives. It’s actually much less common to see a married Lieutenant, but when you do, they usually have some kind of super-hot trophy wife that they only occasionally show to the public at required events. I’m being completely serious when I say that one of my platoon commanders’ wife turned out to be a professional model.
I would wonder why, but I think it’s pretty obviously a case of circumstance. Officers have money, they’ve been to college, they’re in a much better position to be selective and generally don’t get married just to get out of the barracks. As well, for as much as we all like to make fun of officers, they tend to generally be more level-headed and well-versed than the average enlisted.
So it’s a fact: officers can pull some tail. Good on them. They’re still douchebags. (I kid)
In other news, I’m looking at getting some fun things together for the site in the near future. Contests and such. We haven’t had a contest around here in a while, and I need to get my head back in the game. Look forward to more soon!
If the stereotype for enlisted wives is to be a morbidly obese baby-factory that lives on benefits and sorrow; then surely the opposite is in place for officer wives. It’s actually much less common to see a married Lieutenant, but when you do, they usually have some kind of super-hot trophy wife that they only occasionally show to the public at required events. I’m being completely serious when I say that one of my platoon commanders’ wife turned out to be a professional model.
I would wonder why, but I think it’s pretty obviously a case of circumstance. Officers have money, they’ve been to college, they’re in a much better position to be selective and generally don’t get married just to get out of the barracks. As well, for as much as we all like to make fun of officers, they tend to generally be more level-headed and well-versed than the average enlisted.
So it’s a fact: officers can pull some tail. Good on them. They’re still douchebags. (I kid)
In other news, I’m looking at getting some fun things together for the site in the near future. Contests and such. We haven’t had a contest around here in a while, and I need to get my head back in the game. Look forward to more soon!
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