Random thought of the moment.

[IEDmagnet]

Please be advised that I learned today that the Good Idea Fairy will be working for me for the next 1-2 weeks.

BTW- If you're reading this Connor:

Do pushups.

Usually the good idea fairy can be killed if you place a hand grenade under a pillow in the spare bedroom. Pin pulled of course.

Um, okay- I don't know how that would work since he's camping out at the project site about 30 miles from here, but I'll give it a shot. Should I open my windows first or anything like that?

30 miles away? Nah...your Windows are fine. And fuck the over pressure in his tent.

[NeverSayDie]

If one more pt failure or school house recycle mockingly refers to me or the other volunteers as "Ranger so-and-so" i may just lose my cool. Half of these guys dont know or care what the difference between a bandage and a dressing is and are going to wind up killing patients if the army lets them into a line unit.

[rangertough]

If one more pt failure or school house recycle mockingly refers to me or the other volunteers as "Ranger so-and-so" i may just lose my cool. Half of these guys dont know or care what the difference between a bandage and a dressing is and are going to wind up killing patients if the army lets them into a line unit.

Elaborate please.

[NeverSayDie]

Rangertough,

We've all been lucky enough to wind up in a company that does decent pt and holds an academic standard higher than the army's. Our instructors with a few exceptions are excellent instructors that are passionate about what they teach. However the most of the guys here, just don't get it. They've seen entire slide shows of the patients our instructor treated in 05 in a burn unit, but it still hasn't clicked for them that right after they graduate they could be standing in front of the same thing and be expected to fix it. Somewhere around a fifth are outright failing, another 15% can't pass a pt test and the majority of the ones not in those two categories are just studying or working hard enough to get that weekend pass. So there's this whole culture of mediocrity and those of us that volunteered for RASP are constantly catching shit and smart remarks out of the sides of someones mouth and its starting to piss me off.

[rangertough]

Rangertough,

We've all been lucky enough to wind up in a company that does decent pt and holds an academic standard higher than the army's. Our instructors with a few exceptions are excellent instructors that are passionate about what they teach. However the most of the guys here, just don't get it. They've seen entire slide shows of the patients our instructor treated in 05 in a burn unit, but it still hasn't clicked for them that right after they graduate they could be standing in front of the same thing and be expected to fix it. Somewhere around a fifth are outright failing, another 15% can't pass a pt test and the majority of the ones not in those two categories are just studying or working hard enough to get that weekend pass. So there's this whole culture of mediocrity and those of us that volunteered for RASP are constantly catching shit and smart remarks out of the sides of someones mouth and its starting to piss me off.

Get used to this behavior from Soldiers outside the Regiment. These are the same assclowns that will tell you "I could have been a Ranger but I wasn't crazy." or something equally as asinine.

Tough

[KW Driver]

And know that their behavior is rooted in jealousy and envy. Because they either know already, or suspect, that they'll never be man enough to achieve it, and aren't mature enough to recognize and accept their limitations.

Ignore them, for they truly mean less than northing. Or take pleasure in knowing that they deserve nothing less than contempt. Just don't engage them, don't let them derail your path.

[Jim]

And know that their behavior is rooted in jealousy and envy. Because they either know already, or suspect, that they'll never be man enough to achieve it, and aren't mature enough to recognize and accept their limitations.

Ignore them, for they truly mean less than northing. Or take pleasure in knowing that they deserve nothing less than contempt. Just don't engage them, don't let them derail your path.

Amen! Remember the words of Teddy Roosevelt. Never, never quit.

[cams]

NSD, remind yourself of the wisdom and advice shared here by these men, they are experienced and dedicated Ranger Warriors. Leave the weak behind you, and do not get caught up in their nonsense, your Instructors are also experienced warriors, they know who is giving 100% and then some, and who is a slackerd and corner cutter. Drive on to your objective.

"We do not rise to the level of our expectations. We fall to the level of our training."

Archilochus, Greek Soldier, Poet, c. 650 BC

[RangerX]

[Jenny Lynn]

Saw this on a friends profle today and laughed

Of course Santa is jolly...... He knows where all the naughty girls live

for a Ranger it should read

Of course a Ranger is jolly..... He knows where all the naughty girls live

and most importantly.... those girls know how to dispense medicine

[RangerX]

Sabine Schmitz sure can drive....

[Slowpoke]

An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his
parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.

As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with
a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"

The old man looked up at the
gunslinger and said, "No son,
I don't dance... never really
wanted to."



A crowd had gathered as the
gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody standing around was laughing.

When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack
mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.

The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said; "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."

There are a few lessons for all of us here:

*Don't be arrogant.
*Don't waste ammunition.
*Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
*Always make sure you know who is in control.
*And finally, don't fuck around with old folks; they didn't get old by being stupid.

I just love a story with a happy
ending, don't you?