Drafting Grandpa
For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a month, leaving us more than 280,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry.' We are bad-tempered and impatient, and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while..
An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.
If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course however... I've been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too... I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.
These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.
Let us old guys track down those terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with bad attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.
HEY!! How about recruiting women over 50...in menopause!!! You think MEN have attitudes?? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God!!! If nothing else, put them on border patrol. They'll have it secured the first night!
Send this to all of your senior friends...in big type so they can read it.
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we come by the frugality naturally. . we're with you,
regardless. . you cannot be ready for a loss like a parent. -- j
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the road rise to meet you and the wind be at your back! -- john, not a Marine
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"No" she said, "so they'd be too smart to fight."
Just give me an automatic rifle, several grenades, and let me get in my power chair and shoot the bastards to shreds.
I remember a conversation I had with a good friend and co-worker at the grocery store where we bagged groceries. After an 8 hour day, we had this odd little pain in our leg from shifting our weight all day in the same way to put groceries in the cats. The idea of something hurting from a daily activity and not an injury was a novelty. We really thought it was neat. Of course we knew it would go away by the next morning. I bet it would be different if I worked a job like that now at 40 y/o.
Regarding the over 50 crowd and sex, the T shirt I'm wearing sums it up. "When I was a kid ... wait I still do that."
Glad that your sense of humor hasn't let you down.
An older more mature adult would question a superior officer telling a squadron to get into a Chinook that is being sent into a hot LZ.
PMS woman: "I only work 4 days a month. IS THAT A PROBLEM?"
Jan
(I'm Christian, but being half Scandinavian, I think screaming Odin when going down with a weapon in my hands is kinda cool),
Both my parents died senile while enduring lingering deaths.
My father passed yesterday. Today is his 98th birthday and he became a great-grandfather June 2nd.
I have to wait all the way until Friday to go to his funeral after spending a night in a motel. His body is being moved from one state to another.
I feel sadness as well as relief. Grief is not in the equation. I'm glad my father's suffering is over.
I can even crack jokes.
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