- Joined
- Mar 15, 2023
Nothing much off the top of my head, just the uninteresting doing things they were told specifically not to. They lived on a different deck and we never hung out with them so I mostly have 'I talked to them and they're all pretty dim' evidence, That and being told several hatches leaking and/or the bilge not pumping were 'fine'.I think it's related to being light armor. Cav Scouts are the same. Never met a LAV bubba but they have tires so maybe they're normal.
Except one. Tracks might have lived on a different deck, but our berthing shared a head (We're on a ship) with the SNCO berthing. It fucking sucked but was occasionally funny. Well, one night we get our first shore leave after a few months at sea (Thank you, Arab Day of Rage) at the end of the final day we're just hanging out in our civies for a bit, smoking and gazing longingly at land, shit like that. Anyway, scuttlebutt comes down that a Track's SSgt. was drunk beyond belief in the head and the officers weren't back yet to quarantine it. So of course we went to see. Guy was falling over himself tying to piss in the shower. Problem was, he was clad in only an undershirt and was struggling to pull it down. Down? Yes, down. Because he was using a shirt as pants. This pain in every 03s ass motherfucker got so Goddamn pissed, he went back to the ship alone, before the other SNCOs, got completely naked and got in the rack. When he woke up having to piss, instead of finding shorts he grabbed and undershirt and jammed his fuckin legs through the armholes up to his fuckin thigh, cock, balls, taint an asshole presumably flapping the breeze through the neck, and pulled it up around his old man (30 in grunt years is 50 in real life) gut, and waddled his happy ass to the head to fallover himself and try to fish his cock out of an upside down T shirt.