Your Rifle, Your Wife?
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Often I've heard of stories... stories about how the rifle will become your wife during BMT.
Sad to say during my BMT, I didn't treat my wife well... in fact it didn't feel like a wife anyway.
Anyone remembers the list on why the rifle is your wife??? -
because the military indoctrinators don't want soldiers to have a life or any common sense?
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cause wen its fired n noisy. it can b as deadly as a nagging woman.
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having a wife = no life or common sense?Originally posted by the Bear:because the military indoctrinators don't want soldiers to have a life or any common sense? -
Don't go anywhere without it.
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no.. equating a piece of metal to a human being..
they sought to dehumanise everything, so that soldiers will stop listening to their heart, about what is right and wrong, and just listen to commands..
the most dangerous weapon against the enemy is NOT an intelligent soldier, it is a soldier who will listen to commands WITHOUT hesitation...
the most dangerous thing for any army are soldiers who will think and have a conscience...
think about that...Originally posted by kopiosatu:having a wife = no life or common sense? -
the "maintenance...???"
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I was going to make a gag about lubrication, but that's below even me!
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heh..then i must be a farking arsehole..ive change many "wives" during my unit days..
frm M16 to AR15 to M203 to M16 with sharpshooter scope to SAW to my most love GPMG..n wil always be loyal to her -
i was veri careful in taking care of my m16 and was always v proud to make sure its clean.Originally posted by kopiosatu:Often I've heard of stories... stories about how the rifle will become your wife during BMT.
Sad to say during my BMT, I didn't treat my wife well... in fact it didn't feel like a wife anyway.
Anyone remembers the list on why the rifle is your wife??? -
heh.. if i catch someone trying to screw the muzzle, i'd be tempted to pull the trigger
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i remember we had fun cleaning the rifles, sure it was a 'SIAN' thing to do, but we are amazed at how the sergeants managed to dig out soot from the deepest placesOriginally posted by wuming78:i was veri careful in taking care of my m16 and was always v proud to make sure its clean.
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digging out o cos easier than cleaning mah. i noe cos i inspect my recruits' rifles'.Originally posted by kopiosatu:i remember we had fun cleaning the rifles, sure it was a 'SIAN' thing to do, but we are amazed at how the sergeants managed to dig out soot from the deepest places
cleaning the rifle after RCO is the worst thing one can do! -
I divorce my wife after a week with her. Got too tired of her and I think she got STDs, pass me some really horrible skin disease and I told my lawyer, I want her out of my life. The lawyer only let us be separated during my duration at BMT. Scared unit will force me to be with her again coz I know nothing about her.
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Memories with my 1st wife:
Just finished my BMT, so here is my experience with my 1st wife...
Saw her sitting on the shelf along with others waiting for their husbands to arrive at the marriage agency (armskote). Took two of the girls out for inspection for STDs by the armskoteman (I thought they looked for doctors?)
She looked... special. (But then again, so did all other girls). Anyway, the next day, we were told that they have successfully matched us guys with the girls (so efficient). So I was to memorise her house number (butt number), and her telephone number. To make sure we had a happy date, the forces that be conducted surprise tests, which resulted in many needing blood pumped in their head...
It was the day of the marriage (read: Rifle Night). I happened to be on Attend C. She was left alone at the marriage agency, sobbing, crying for me. When I booked in later, and passed by the window display, her figure was a contrasted with the empty shelfs around her. Shit, she is the only one left on the shelf...
The next day, we were to take the wives out for a bath. My friend asked me to safe-guard his wife while he took a leak. My wife protested by threatening to chop off my hand with her formidable teeth... (Hell, women can be vicious!)
Field camp: Hugging her to sleep was a cumbersome task for me. Her bulk made it difficult to breathe and keep her safe to me. I ended up placing her between my legs, and giving me an unintended arousal... ... ... ... ... On the 6th night, while sleeping in a shell-scrape, I was too tired to satisfy her desires, and left her out cold. She was picked up by the police, who then gave me hell the next day, for "abandoning my wife". Oh well, weekend burnt...
It was during live range where I found her true nature laid. She was a tiger, roaring, and spitting fire at a high rage. (won't want to get into an argument with her; I think I will lose). Not bad, she managed to spit out 25 figures out of 32.
The final day was the worst. By some weird will, I was to be divorced (forcefully) of my wife. I had grown attached to her, and cleaning her was almost second nature to me... But when I knew that when I throw her down on the ground after the march past, it would be the last time I will be holding her. It is with some regret that I placed her gently on the ground.
OH, MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: This is a piece written by a lunatic who has (by some obscene chance) happened to be a loving husband. Please refer all questions to this forum.... (Does BMT drive people nuts?????) -
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We
are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace! -
hehe i divorced my older wife for a new wife but new one got SARs