It’s probably a good thing I didn’t join the military. I don’t know if I could ever respect an organization that would put such a passive-aggressive asshole in a position of authority.
Meh, I disagree. I was being a bit of a smartass and he responded. Making me do a few more push-ups when I was in the best shape of my life was no big deal and he was otherwise a pretty easygoing and engaging guy. He even gave me an approving nod and said “Great job, Airborne” at graduation when he gave me my blood wings.
Sure, if he thought you were out of line and wanted to assert some discipline, that’s fine. If he thinks you deserve 50 push-ups, he should assign you 50 push-ups. Say what you mean, and mean what you say. The whole “move ten feet and start over” thing is bullshit.
Just say you don’t get military humor and leave it at that. I would have laughed.
Yeah.
I get in “trouble” all the time because of that military humor. Especially in places like Church Council (leadership) meetings. Man, these civilians, they don’t get it, they’re soft, their feelings get hurt easily, and on and on… At least my wife gets my humor.
Yeah, the humor gap. And the “Oh, after the meeting you went ahead and did that? We were only just kind of talking about doing it there.”
I was in the Canadian Militia in the 1970s, so “boot camp” was several weeks of daily training at the armoury, with nothing really of note, but I learned at our first summer camp that you could, if wearing the jacket as well as the shirt and pants of the Canadian combat dress, smuggle a complete 24 case of beer cans out of the mess tent in the multiple capacious cargo pockets.
Which is what it was specifically designed for.
This is more in the horrors category.
Ask anyone who went to Basic at Fort Knox what the three worst things were and they will answer Agony, Misery and Heartbreak. Those were the three hills you had to go up and down on ruck marches.