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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Forty years ago I would have felt there was something wrong with me if I found myself at home at this hour on a Saturday night.

I can tell you exactly what I was doing 40 years ago on any given Saturday night - playing a gig.

I can also tell you where my wife was. At that point we were married for 2 1/2 years and she came to almost every gig. Regarding how the band sounded; hers was the only opinion that mattered to me.
 
I can tell you exactly what I was doing 40 years ago on any given Saturday night - playing a gig.

I can also tell you where my wife was. At that point we were married for 2 1/2 years and she came to almost every gig. Regarding how the band sounded; hers was the only opinion that mattered to me.
Yeah. Me too also. At least AFA playing a gig. Actually, Tuesday through Sunday night.
Single at the time.
 
There is a lot about military indoctrination that is abusive. @PsyDocHill might be able to opine, but I wondered almost 50 years ago, when I was in the midst of it, whether the objective could be achieved without various episodes like the ones cited, and many others. Just before I was sworn in, they finally did prohibit drill sergeants from removing their pistol belts and beating recruits with them.
I need to catch up on this thread, @Charlie Tango, but what you describe was prohibited during my time in the service. Drill Sergeants (and all other instructors) were prohibited from striking recruits with anything for the purpose of inflicting pain or "even" fear. You didn't go there. You can't lead troops into battle if they hate you. They need to have reason to respect, trust, hopefully downright love you as a role-model.

As an "older" staff sergeant, I supervised younger NCOs and they knew that if they used corporal punishment, they would be in a world of pain, consequences-speaking, themselves. I don't remember a single corporal who didn't learn really quick how to command via respect rather than terror.

Of course, there are plenty of ways to inflict suffering upon trainees without laying hands (or belts) upon them. Saluting the flag for hours on end in the rain? I was against it...but it was still in use by "colleagues." Running up a hill, assembling a tent, dismantling it, running down the hill...with it, reassembling it, then repeating? If the soldier was insolent and clearly disinterested in learning how to properly maintain a tent, why sure.

There had to be a rationale anchored in instilling discipline, building resilience and preparing recruits for the absolute hell that is war. Sorry to barge in like this, but I was summoned by a trusted colleague :)
 
Bass the fish or Bass the instrument? Context and pronunciation is everything. Maybe Base is best, except for Baseball. It's all very confusing...all I know is I do not play a fish except when I am fishing:help::bag:.

To summarize, you can eat bass, you can play a bass, you can fish for a bass in water and in a music store.

A bass can play a bass in the movies and in real life.

 
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There had to be a rationale anchored in instilling discipline, building resilience and preparing recruits for the absolute hell that is war. Sorry to barge in like this, but I was summoned by a trusted colleague :)

At Infantry Training Regt at Pendleton, one of the NCOs smacked me in the face with a steel folding chair, while I was standing at attention. Purpose was "to find out if I'd flinch." I didnt. Took six stitches over my eyebrow. Absolutely nobody found it remarkable.
 
At Infantry Training Regt at Pendleton, one of the NCOs smacked me in the face with a steel folding chair, while I was standing at attention. Purpose was "to find out if I'd flinch." I didnt. Took six stitches over my eyebrow. Absolutely nobody found it remarkable.

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Seriously, I didn't have a better response than an unrelated grumpy comic.

Slow to rise, clean up dog barf, wash Odin's face as I clean up an eye goober ... and I really don't have a problem taking care of a dog. Taking care of any animal ... :thumbsup:
 
At Infantry Training Regt at Pendleton, one of the NCOs smacked me in the face with a steel folding chair, while I was standing at attention. Purpose was "to find out if I'd flinch." I didnt. Took six stitches over my eyebrow. Absolutely nobody found it remarkable.
I was "in" 12/64 -12/68. Things apparently have changed since then. I think I'll leave it at that.:cautious:
 
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