USAF PT Test (Read 3019 times)

Fixed that for you. No question about the special treatment. A ribbon for a six week basic training with co-ed dances? That's awesome! Where I was stationed in the UK, on a former Royal Air Force base, had some pretty good barracks. The single Marines thought they'd died and gone to Heaven. The small Air Force detachment on base ... they got a sub-standard housing allowance for staying in the very same barracks. Just awesome! I spent 4 months at Goodfellow AFB in San Angelo, current home of the creepy cultists. They put us up in rooms that you'd be happy to get in a 4-star hotel. For junior enlisted. Coffee machines. Fridges. Wall-to-wall carpet. Televisions. And best of all - wait for it ... wait for it - MAID SERVICE! Down we dive, spouting out flames from under, attaboy! Give her the gun ...!

Truer words have not been written, JK. Consider this 21-year Sailor your ally on this one (and before you start with the "squid" comments, relax - at least I was a Corpsman.) OK, I'll admit... the sarcastic comments used to drip with a bit of jealousy, for reasons as you described. Living conditions - Hmm... hole in the ground, 5 square feet of living space in a berthing compartment in a steel gray death trap, or luxury accommodations courtesy of Uncle Sam... which would you choose?? Funny thing is, given the chance to do it again, I wouldn't change a thing! An example of the mindsets: There is no doubt at all in my military mind that, of all the Services, the Air Force has the most intelligent enlisted people. This is not just theory, it's provable fact: Take the Army, for instance: When the stuff hits the fan, the young Army private wakes up from a bellow from the First Sergeant. He grabs a set of BDUs out of his foot locker, gets dressed, runs down to the chow-hall for a breakfast on the run, then jumps in his tank. Pretty soon, the Platoon Commander arrives, gives him a big salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, men." Now take the Marines: When the stuff hits the fan, the young Marine recruit is kicked out of bed by his Gunny Sergeant, puts on a muddy set of cammies because he just got back in from the field three hours before. He gets no breakfast, but is told to feel free to chew on his boots. He runs out and forms up with his rifle. Pretty soon, his platoon commander comes out, a young Captain, Gives his Marines a sharp salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, Marines!" As for the Navy: When the stuff hits the fan, the young Sailor is eating breakfast in the messroom. He walks 20 feet to his battle station, stuffing extra pastries in his pocket as he goes. There he sits, in the middle of a steel target, with nowhere to run, when the Captain comes on the 1MC and says, "Give 'em Hell, Sailors! I salute you!" Finally, the Air Force. When the stuff hits the fan, the Airman receives a phone call in his off-base quarters. He gets up, showers, shaves, and puts on a fresh uniform he had just picked up from the BX cleaners the day before. He jumps in his car, and stops at McDonalds for a McMuffin on his way into work. Once he arrives at work, he signs in on the duty roster and proceeds to his F-16. He spends 30 minutes pre-flighting it, signs off the forms. Pretty soon the Pilot, a young Captain gets out and straps into the plane. He starts the engines. Our young Airman stands at attention, gives the Captain a sharp salute, and says, "Give 'em Hell, Sir!" ... and there you have it...

How to Tell the Difference Between the Branches of the US Armed Forces! If you give the command "SECURE THE BUILDING", here is what the different services would do: The NAVY would turn out the lights and lock the doors. The ARMY would surround the building with defensive fortifications, tanks and concertina wire. The MARINE CORPS would assault the building, using overlapping fields of fire from all appropriate points on the perimeter. The AIR FORCE would take out a three-year lease with an option to buy the building. This one's for Marcus: A little boy was standing in front of a mirror in the restroom at John F. Kennedy Airport, when in walked a Marine staff sergeant, dressed in his dress blues. The little boy turned to the Marine and said, "Wow! Are you a Marine?" The Marine replied, "Why, yes I am, young man. Would you like to wear my hat?" "Boy, would I!," said the little boy. He took the hat and placed it on his head and turned to admire himself in the mirror. As he was looking in the mirror, he heard the door open and through a ray of bright light, a man entered the room. But, this was not just a man -- he was more than a man. He was an Airborne Ranger. The little boy turned and went over to the soldier. As he approached him, he could see the reflection in his boots. His eyes widened as he stared up at the soldier's chest full of medals and combat ribbons. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. Finally, he took a deep breath, and managed to say, "Excuse me, Sir. Are you an Airborne Ranger?" The Ranger replied with a thunderous voice, "Why yes, I am!! Would you like to shine my boots?" The little boy smiled, and said, "Oh, no sir!! I'm not a Marine. I'm just wearing his hat!"

And, if anyone is ever bored, I give you Skippy's List.

Hilarious. Much better than the goofy Ranger joke.

Oh, yes. Skippy would love the swamp, methinks.

I'm reading the whole list now. This guy is my new hero.

H The Marine replied, "Why, yes I am, young man. Would you like to wear my hat?" ""

Scout, you should know that Marines don't wear hats. We wear covers? Right Jake?

that list had me cracking up...hillarous stuff! MTA: yeah i can't spell, thought i'd fix it By the way was in the Air Force and got perfect scores on my PT tests

I remember when I was in the Army, we were out in the field during a week of nothing but downpours. I was in my tent

You had tents? Damn. We just got wetter and wetter and wetter. The only time I was in a tent in the military was during basic training. REMF

Shoulda been mech. We got to sleep on/in vehicles. One of the best spots was on the canvas covered trailer. Between the bows... sweet. In the Cav, we used hammocks and ponchos.

You have no idea how much I hated being rained on for days on end. That was so utterly miserable.