Re-Spam–Sorry. Broken Promises–Promises Are Like Assholes: Ever’Body Gots One.

Of all the posts before….

Of all the posts I’ve loved before and promised to finish and love again… and consulate/consummate the ‘marriage.’

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

(This Hits Way Too Close To Home)

Shall we beat up Lance and review?

Sure.

It will be ‘fun.’

  1. Big Boned Gal
  2. Diego Garcia
  3. Australia
  4. Iraq
  5. Afghanistan
  6. Sinai
  7. Israel
  8. Olongapo
  9. UBH
  10. Crud-Eaters
  11. Shonnie
  12. Sinai Field Mission (SFM)
  13. Navy SEAL training (BUD/s)
  14. USS Callaghan DDG 994 World Cruise, ’86
  15. Peanut
  16. Ronnie
  17. Football
  18. Viva Young
  19. Mama-San
  20. And on and on
  21. Need I go on?
  22. Ad nauseam?

I am a fucking failure as a “writer

Vid cred: Shea, et al.

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Self-Pity Party Through & Through!.

I am Threw! I’m Gonna Blow This Damn Candle Out!

“The Last Time I Saw Richard”

*****

Someone call in the Clean-up Crew.

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Bonus, just because I love Maddy:

Everything Madonna

“You’re INVITED!” This Is A True Story. A “No-Shitter” In The Nav Vernac–

No Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent,

‘Cause They Ain’t None To Be Found Up-In-He’ah.

*****

Been There

Did That!

Tried That

FAILED!

Well, At Least I showed Up

Twice

“Been Around The World–Twice–

Seen Two White Whales Fuk”

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And I Could Shoot Straight

My Only Saving Grace!

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I am more than quite certain Y’all have been chompin’ at the bit to understand how BUD/s (SEAL) Classes are ‘Formed Up’ in

Coronado, California.

I am here to ‘Educate’ You

Yer Welcome in Advance.

Back when I got my ‘Suicide Chit’ approved (second time) to ‘Attend BUD/s’ Training—Second Attempt.

I was floating about off the Coast of San Dog—Having Completed My ‘Round-The-Whurl’ ‘Cruise—Love Boat, That Weren’t, but that is a different Post…

Anyway…

Here is how it ‘Works:’

Three or so weeks B4 ‘Class-Up’ Day, all the ‘Stragglers’ an’ Wanna-Be’s Come Descending upon Coronado/ Nav Spec-Warfare Command.

To ‘Kill’ the Time, and to ensure we don’t get ‘fat’, we are assigned a BUD/s Instructor to-keep-our Minds-‘Occupied.

We Run

We Crawl

We get wet an’ Sandy.

We SUFFER.

Just so we NEVER  Forget why we showed up in-this-first-Place.

My “New” Class—One-Five-Eight, (Please Allow Me to Digress for a moment): My Class, One-Four Oh No! Was a ‘Summer’ Class–‘Bout One-Hundred ‘Poly-Wogs–Of Which 25 Graduated. My Class, One-Five Eight, A ‘Winter Class’ –Two years Later, Start, ‘Bout Seventy-Five– Graduated about 18–Sadly, I was NOT One Amongst Those MEN)

Ed. Note Winter Classes Are ALWAYS smaller. Only A Fool Would Willingly Attend a Winter BUD/s Class

Class 158 Had a contingent of Annapolis Officers

‘Shit-Birds’—As My USS Callaghan Master Chief Gunner Lovingly Referred to them.

Well, these Azzholes Were ALL Gung Ho—To Steal The USMC Vernac.

The Sunday, B4 We were to ‘Class-up On Monday, SEAL Tradition Demands a ‘Hair-Cut ‘Party’

We gather ‘round and we shave our heads.

To keep the sand and the bull-shit to a minimal.

Kegs O’ Beer, et cetera are imbibed.

It is a ‘Tradition, doan-cha-know?

The day before our ‘Hair-Cut Party,’ The Shit-Birds—er… Officers—Thought it would be ‘Great Fun’ To Print-Up Some Flyers to Throw at the Beach Babes as we did our last ‘Pre-Training’ Four-Mile Beach Run.

The Flyers Read:

“Come Join The Haircut Party”

Of

The

Future SEALs From

“Class One-Five Eight”

Behind The BUD/s Barracks,

Tomorrow,

Sunday Noon!”

Be There

Or

Be Square!”

Having already ‘Been to BUD/s and an alumnus of Class One-Forty,

I knew this

Was

A

Bad

Idea.

We Did our Last Beach Run and these Idiot Officers (In SEAL Training The Shit-Birds Do EveryThang The Enlisted Men Do)

Bad Idea!

The Idiot Shit Birds, threw out their lame-ass flyers at every Beach-Babe we encountered during our Final Beach Run of ‘Pre-Training’, Always Shouting out,

“You’re INVITED!”

WAY BAD IDEA!

Natch, The BUD/s Instructors Got Wind of this!

There are things and there are things one can do while attending BUD/s Training.

Assuming you will ‘Graduate’ is Never one-of-them.

Arrogance?

Shit!

Survival is just enuff.

“Oh God! Please Just Letz Me Make Just one-more-Day!”

“The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday:

The day we ‘Classed-Up, One of the Bud/s Instructors Waved around one of our ‘Flyers’

“Pissed”

Does not even come close.

We Paid for That.

Add-In–Dumb:

My Twice Failure At BUD/s

Has Forever defined Me as a ‘

Wanna-Be MAN’

If You Have NEVER Tested Your Limitations in-this-fashion,

I PITY You:

For,

You Have NOT Yet ‘Lived’

*****

Bonuses

Bonuses

Bonuses:

Best of BUD/s Instructors

To Be continued…

Re-Spam–Sorry. Broken Promises–Promises Are Like assholes: Ever’Body Got One.

Of all the posts before….

Of all the posts I’ve loved before and promised to finish and love again… and consulate/consummate the ‘marriage.’

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

(This Hit Way Too Close To Home)

Shall we beat up Lance and review?

Sure.

It will be ‘fun.’

  1. Big Boned Gal
  2. Diego Garcia
  3. Australia
  4. Iraq
  5. Afghanistan
  6. Sinai
  7. Israel
  8. Olongapo
  9. UBH
  10. Crud-Eaters
  11. Shonnie
  12. Sinai Field Mission (SFM)
  13. Navy SEAL training (BUD/s)
  14. USS Callaghan DDG 994 World Cruise, ’86
  15. Peanut
  16. Ronnie
  17. Football
  18. Viva Young
  19. Mama-San
  20. And on and on
  21. Need I go on?
  22. Ad nauseam?

I am a fucking failure as a “writer

Vid cred: Shea, et al.

****

Self-Pity Party Through & Through!.

I am Threw! I’m Gonna Blow This Damn Candle Out!

“The Last Time I Saw Richard”

*****

Someone call in the Clean-up Crew.

***

Bonus, just because I love Maddy:

Everything Madonna