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Wednesday, November 06, 2024

He reminds me of every Combat Engineer I've ever known


 

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  1. Just the dark-haired ones.

    Us blondes don't show hair like sasquatch, but are just as hairy.

    There's a reason 12Bs (I think they changed it to 21B now to match the orificers) are housed at the farthest reaches of housing on bases, and it's not because we have the dashing looks of the average knuckledragger that is scared shitless of C-4...

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    1. Your head size is the same as your neck size?

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    2. Hmm. 1965 I was a 12B. Shirt size 20 x 36.

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    3. When grunts are amazed by the amount of shit you carry there is a problem.

      Mostly the packing list, but you can't cut a cratering or shape charge in half very easily.

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  2. The guy has a beard and he's looking up.

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    1. Thank you! Perfect explanation. This one really creeped me out. I couldn't decide if his head was on backwards or he was born with no face. Definite uncanny valley.

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  3. Yes. Most of us were issued 21" necks at Ft. Lost in The Wood. They were cut from the Oaks of the demo range with Det cord and molded onto our shoulders with C4.

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    1. If that ain't the manliest shit I've heard so far today, I don't know what is.
      When I went into the Army, I really wanted to be a Combat Engineer, but there was almost a year-long wait for the school. It appears everybody was wanting to learn how to blow shit up.

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    2. What was the waiting list to keep shit from blowing up?

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    3. I couldn't get in when I was 18 because I only had a GED. It took me a few years til I met a recruiter who said if i passed the ASVAB he would see what he could do. I scored well enough that he said "you can do whatever you want". I replied "I just want to shoot guns and blow stuff up". 2 months later I was on my way to 12B school. It was a blast. * i forgot to put my name on original post.

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  4. Engineers they have no fears
    The do not mess with trifles
    They hang their balls, upon the walls
    And shoot them off with rifles.
    Now Engineers they have no fears
    They crawl in caves and ditches
    And diddle their wives with Kabar knives
    Those nasty sonsa bi!ches

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    1. They never sleep while diddlin’ sheep
      In divers nooks and ditches,
      Nor give they damns if they be rams
      Those nasty sonsa bitches.

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  5. My dad was a combat engineer in WWII and like me he was 6ft 140 lbs. Got the Bronze Star for bravery under fire.

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  6. Awe, that hurts. A co. 37th Engineers (C) (A)....at least we were Airborne! :)

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