In order to create a military macho mystique Uncle don't want choir boys he wants hell-raising rebels who thrive on this macho bullshit. The greater the danger, the more chances to bullshit 'boot it.
BTW, the dudes in 'Nam who put up the best fight were those who were drafted, not the loudmouth bullshittin' hillbillies I was stuck nursin' their lil' bob-boo's. These draftees knew they had a life to go back to, them hillbillies knew they had tobacco road to look forward to. So Uncle got stuck with them by the 1,000s. Its the only idea of home they really ever experienced, it ain't called 3 hots + a cot for nuthin', crawlin' out of their fart sack had real meanin' to these dudes.
Keep in mind I did not serve with college folk from the deep South who were enlisted, surprisingly quite a few of them became officers looking for a way to escape the drudgery of the South and hillbilly country. Since you were not part of this daily drudgery for over 20 years 'MF' you had no idea how much those officers hated being around them thar ridge-runners.
I was the only person these officers could hold an intellectual conversation with in terms of how to wean them off their drug addictions, I use plural, 'cuz ya gotta factor in other body stimulants like, caffeine in tablet form, nicotine in stick-on patch form, ya know these dudes, they stuff a wad of chaw tobaccy 'twen their lip + lower teeth, under their tongue + smoked cigarettes at the same time, the tobacco juice slobberin' over their chin when they talked. Life ain't worth livin' if ya don't wake up with a hang over, get yer daily caffeine + nicotine fix at zero dark 30 in the morning before ya head on to chow and grease down on biscuits + gravy, the gravy is 100% bacon fat with salt, pepper + some flour to thicken it up a bit, why that's good eatin' to them country dudes, a real 5-star meal, and don't forget the bleached, cracked corn meal mush they call grits totally devoid of any nutrition, all these guys stuff in their gut is hi-salt, saturated fat with a huge carbohydrate overload. yeah,... real healthy country living. For the more sophisticated 'mongst them the addition of McIlhennys cajun hot sauce slathered all over that biscuits, gravy + grits, yeah.. now that's what they really call livin' the good life.
Here's an interesting stat for ya to chaw on, the average life expectancy of an enlisted retiree after 25years duty is 8-10 years, for an officer its 15-18.
These folk are not expected to hang around the planet very long after they eat a fat + salt saturated diet of their own choosing. Its this macho bravado every army since the beginning of time depended on.
BTW, MF, if ya know somebody who lived in Dahlonega, ask them if they ever hiked the Appalachian Trail, it starts in Dahlonega. 'cuz of a small gold strike in that area a long time ago. If ya look at the sweep of the Blue Ridge that goes from Virginia to west part of Noath Kaw-lina, parallel to the Shenandoah Valley ya see it don't quite make it to Georgia, but not that far away either, in ridge runner talk of over thar yonder.
I gather that genteel country dude ya talked to had a decent education, held a payin' job he wasn't ashamed of, went to Church to pray + not to prey, if ya get my drift, he paid his taxes, didn't hang with tax evadin' moonshiners, he acted in a respectful manner when women were present, he was not a living example of every redneck bubba joke ya ever heard.
Yes, the countrysides of many places of the world are full of these decent, quiet, religious folk. I used the example of the rowdy redneck o exemplify the rowdy holligans ya find all over the world who never paid their momma no heed, 'cuz she could out cuss every last one of them.
I assume when MF gets a goodly amount of her beloved boot-leg hi-octane hooch in her blood stream, why, I bet she acts jest like 1 of the boys, ya know the deal, medically speaking, she suffers from too much blood in her alcohol stream and that extra oxygen kick going to her brain causes all sorts of havoc 'cuz the brain is attempting to sort out a mish-mash of conflicting biochemical signals.
Check out what symptoms alcoholics present when they exceed their blood level in their alcohol stream, it makes for very interesting reading, absinthe abuse would be a good place to start with. Since we have a real doctor on board I am sure RS can do a far better job of demonstrating the marvelous things home-brew booze can do.
Hey, MF. them moonshiners I met in Dahlonega used stone jugs and buried them in the ground so that over winter they could handle frozen ground, they knew from experience glass cracks. They didn't sell ya them stone jars, ya got a mason jar, they filled on the spot.
Yer right 'boot them moonshiners not likin' me, I told every troopie if they came in to sick call as a result of drinkin' bad hooch and had to be hospitalized, I ensured their hasty exit from the army tit they clinged to. They became civilians again. I was doin' these ignorant yay-hoo's a favor by testing that garbage before they bought it.
Ya see, my task was to conserve the fightin' strength, and if it meant to save a guys life by removin' him out of harms way meant kickin' his worthless butt out of the service I did it. Like I mentioned in another topic if ya ever get to meet Bunny make sure to say hi for me. Her hubby knows me real well.
this line really cracked me up, it demo's how lil' ya know 'boot real army life,...guys in the military sitting around talking about women, that would be odd only to you. Uh, when was the last time you were stationed in the Mannheim, Germany area? 'Cuz that's where I was for nearly 17 years on 4 duty tours. Shortage of women did ya say? Going from hilltop down into the hollers, did ya say?
How many of them jive-talking bullshittin' rednecks did I pump up with bicillin and other sundry medicinals of to get rid of the gift that keeps on giving? STDs were our biggest un-necessary money wasters. Oh how I wished I had the contract to supply the entire worldwide mil establishment with just those medicinals, its nearly a billion bux a year biz 'cuz these yay-hoo's can't keep their gun in their holster..
The ho's of Mannheim drove around in Mercedes convertibles compliments of yer fella ridge runners. In a way it serves these macho dudes right to have to be in the Mid East deserts, it gives them a chance to get rid of their drug addiction demons, booze being the nastiest drug of all.
Them dudes ya adore ain't 'zakly angels, are they, but they sho' have their demons.