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The Collegeguy will be going into the Army in Mid Nov
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bro wise up while you can, withdraw your entry and enroll in a college and play football.........once you are in the forces you are owned by the government, I feel as if the military is for 1)people with no life, 2)dumbasses who dont know any better, and 3)ignorant asses who have no choice............I dont think its a good Idea to go bro, sorry if you dont agree!!!!!!!!
TxCollegeguy
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I was in college for 3 years and wasn't progressing along very well...My training school for the communication job will gain me some college credits so depending on which school I try to apply that too would depend on which major I finish my degree in. I no longer weigh 250 and do not posses the old speed I once had when I was a college distance runner. Needless to say I want a break from the college life. I do intend on finishing my degree
hey no hard feelings, say what you feel, thats why I posted this. My father doesn't aggree totally with me doing this but as long as I finish my degree and paying my own way he isn't going to be concerned with it. Everyone else in my faimly has been supportive and feel it's a good idea now
hey no hard feelings, say what you feel, thats why I posted this. My father doesn't aggree totally with me doing this but as long as I finish my degree and paying my own way he isn't going to be concerned with it. Everyone else in my faimly has been supportive and feel it's a good idea now
Jacked Johnson
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Rex said:
Some units do construction, but that is a different MOS (or job) within the Engineer Corp. What my unit did and does, was to install and take out mine fields, various structure demolitions as well as bridge building- the steel kind.
The Ranger
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Tx,
RIP(Ranger Idoct. Program) is for those assigned to a Ranger Bat. So, that is pretty much out, and getting Airborne school will be a ways off, but the Army needs good commo guys, and getting into the 82nd, or another Airborne unit will be easy for you....
Enjoy the experience, and travel as much as you can, you only get to see the world once. It was the Greatest, and Saddest time of my life....Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing....even the bad....
Certain songs, smells, even voices will take me back to that time....the smell fo fuel burning as you hot load a C-130 in the early morning hours, cammie sticks pulling at the skin, the pungent aroma of bug juice mixed with fear....all of it is so very near all the time....
I still hear the whispers of time in the crickets at night, the smell of the swampy floor, the dust from your water proof bag as you rumage around for an MRE in the dark....gentle thoughts of home and warm faces keep you going when it gets tough....soft tears that stain the face when your alone....all of it....never forgotten....
God do I remember the look of pride on my parents faces when I stepped of the plane for the first time in that Black Beret....they looked at me as though I was a God....and in some small way....I guess I was. Simply because all to few never experience the hunger and will to win and survive under tremendous odds....most never will....
There is no rush on earth that can compare to stepping off the ramp of a bird into a black void 18,000 feet in the air...the rush of wind in your ears, your breathing and heartbeat pounding the temples like a blacksmith's hammer.....the shock of the chute opening, the pull of gravity as you sway to the ground....all the training repeated silently in your head as you fall...all to soon, and often not soon enough....This is what you will remember....
Friends....These will last a lifetime, and will be unlike any other you have ever known, because they share the burden with you....you back is always covered, and never have to ask by whom.....a very rare thing outside the Military Community my friend...
I remeber walking through the Atlanta Airport, a WW2 vet came up and shook my hand and thanked me...I knew then I was a man, not because someone told me I was....because of what I was, and what I did...I had earned it...and that feeling alone shall never leave you...it's exciting and frightning at the same time...I can only hope you never see combat, that is another story, for another time my friend....and I can say, in all honesty....each night when Ole Ranger hits the knees, I thank God there are men and women like yourself that provide the very blanket of freedom under which I sleep each night....for this, as was the WW2 vet, I am eternally grateful, and shall remain so....all to often we forget to remember Bro...all to often.
Do well my friend....enjoy this poem....Brother
Soldier's Psalm
Off the edge
Of courage soldiers marched
In muddied boots
And pounding war,
Each time louder
Than before…
Across the killing fields of time,
We lost our friends…
Yours and mine.
Fallen heroes;
Death's patient throes,
Vanquished them,
Wounded them;
Took away it all...
But pride.
Their battles fought with bravery
While every Mother died Inside…
All their nights,
All their days,
Fallen prey…
To a mission far greater...
Far too sweet;
That our minds refused
To consider defeat.
Every family took the loss,
The cost…
So great...
But for freedom gained,
No man complained.
So remember them,
Their lack of vice,
And how they made
That sacrifice…
Ranger
RIP(Ranger Idoct. Program) is for those assigned to a Ranger Bat. So, that is pretty much out, and getting Airborne school will be a ways off, but the Army needs good commo guys, and getting into the 82nd, or another Airborne unit will be easy for you....
Enjoy the experience, and travel as much as you can, you only get to see the world once. It was the Greatest, and Saddest time of my life....Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing....even the bad....
Certain songs, smells, even voices will take me back to that time....the smell fo fuel burning as you hot load a C-130 in the early morning hours, cammie sticks pulling at the skin, the pungent aroma of bug juice mixed with fear....all of it is so very near all the time....
I still hear the whispers of time in the crickets at night, the smell of the swampy floor, the dust from your water proof bag as you rumage around for an MRE in the dark....gentle thoughts of home and warm faces keep you going when it gets tough....soft tears that stain the face when your alone....all of it....never forgotten....
God do I remember the look of pride on my parents faces when I stepped of the plane for the first time in that Black Beret....they looked at me as though I was a God....and in some small way....I guess I was. Simply because all to few never experience the hunger and will to win and survive under tremendous odds....most never will....
There is no rush on earth that can compare to stepping off the ramp of a bird into a black void 18,000 feet in the air...the rush of wind in your ears, your breathing and heartbeat pounding the temples like a blacksmith's hammer.....the shock of the chute opening, the pull of gravity as you sway to the ground....all the training repeated silently in your head as you fall...all to soon, and often not soon enough....This is what you will remember....
Friends....These will last a lifetime, and will be unlike any other you have ever known, because they share the burden with you....you back is always covered, and never have to ask by whom.....a very rare thing outside the Military Community my friend...
I remeber walking through the Atlanta Airport, a WW2 vet came up and shook my hand and thanked me...I knew then I was a man, not because someone told me I was....because of what I was, and what I did...I had earned it...and that feeling alone shall never leave you...it's exciting and frightning at the same time...I can only hope you never see combat, that is another story, for another time my friend....and I can say, in all honesty....each night when Ole Ranger hits the knees, I thank God there are men and women like yourself that provide the very blanket of freedom under which I sleep each night....for this, as was the WW2 vet, I am eternally grateful, and shall remain so....all to often we forget to remember Bro...all to often.
Do well my friend....enjoy this poem....Brother
Soldier's Psalm
Off the edge
Of courage soldiers marched
In muddied boots
And pounding war,
Each time louder
Than before…
Across the killing fields of time,
We lost our friends…
Yours and mine.
Fallen heroes;
Death's patient throes,
Vanquished them,
Wounded them;
Took away it all...
But pride.
Their battles fought with bravery
While every Mother died Inside…
All their nights,
All their days,
Fallen prey…
To a mission far greater...
Far too sweet;
That our minds refused
To consider defeat.
Every family took the loss,
The cost…
So great...
But for freedom gained,
No man complained.
So remember them,
Their lack of vice,
And how they made
That sacrifice…
Ranger
The Ranger
New member
I couldn't help myself....Tis one of my favorites...enjoy and remember ... :O)
Forever
An instant's bliss…
That moment of joy
Utter and complete,
So unlike
Any other.
Like lightning,
Or the flash of a firefly
In the night;
They blink by…
Brilliant, yet brief;
Forgotten amidst the pain
That is life.
Between these many
Seconds of ecstasy
And the ending…
A finality of
Rest,
We must choose a path.
Shall we take
The cherished moments,
Or the peaceful rewards
Of Death;
I, for one…
Will choose forever.
Ranger
It's speaks of a lifetime and yet....in some ways....More....
Forever
An instant's bliss…
That moment of joy
Utter and complete,
So unlike
Any other.
Like lightning,
Or the flash of a firefly
In the night;
They blink by…
Brilliant, yet brief;
Forgotten amidst the pain
That is life.
Between these many
Seconds of ecstasy
And the ending…
A finality of
Rest,
We must choose a path.
Shall we take
The cherished moments,
Or the peaceful rewards
Of Death;
I, for one…
Will choose forever.
Ranger
It's speaks of a lifetime and yet....in some ways....More....
TxCollegeguy
New member
Thankyou Mrbill, I plan on making the most of it
FrankRizzo
New member
Good luck fella, the Army left an everlasting impression (good one all in all) on my life. You'll make friends and have experinces you'll wish you could go back and relive again, that's for sure.
Some posts allocate more budget to Tuition assistance than others, so don't be suprised if the Army isn't picking up 75% of the tuition tab if you get assigned to a high speed, highly trained unit.
Some posts allocate more budget to Tuition assistance than others, so don't be suprised if the Army isn't picking up 75% of the tuition tab if you get assigned to a high speed, highly trained unit.
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