Yeah, remember the legshavers?EarthPig wrote:There's a 1st Batt???alltheway wrote: ...and 50 more for 1st Bat not being your first fucking choice.
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the best Birthday present ever.
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Re: Congratulations.....
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K.Ingraham
- Ranger
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Be thankful you'll have real terrain to train on 
Welcome to 2d Battalion, you'll never be the same again.
And welcome also to this little dogpile of ours,
New guy buys.
Welcome to 2d Battalion, you'll never be the same again.
And welcome also to this little dogpile of ours,
New guy buys.
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2d Bn U.D. for 75th Ranger Regt Assn
2d Bn(Ranger)75 Inf 1975-'77
RS 9-76
Former mentor to RANGER XCrunner.
"I am well aware that by no means equal repute attends the narrator and the doer of deeds” Sallust ‘The Catiline Conspiracy’
2d Bn U.D. for 75th Ranger Regt Assn
2d Bn(Ranger)75 Inf 1975-'77
RS 9-76
Former mentor to RANGER XCrunner.
"I am well aware that by no means equal repute attends the narrator and the doer of deeds” Sallust ‘The Catiline Conspiracy’
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IDon'tCare
- Ranger
- Posts: 1877
- Joined: December 31st, 2004, 12:06 am
Well put BugsyBugsy wrote:Damn good job, that is one birthday present you will never forget young stud. Welcome to the Brotherhood, congratulations your achievement and continue to make us proud.
YOU ARE NOW EARNING YOUR PAY AS AN AIRBORNE RANGER!!!
Congrats.
A co 2/75 80-84
Ranger class 12-82
SERE Instructor class 1-83
Mentor to Prodigy922 / KW12 / whiskeytango
Ranger class 12-82
SERE Instructor class 1-83
Mentor to Prodigy922 / KW12 / whiskeytango
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rangerrg_c75
- LRRP/Ranger
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- Joined: January 29th, 2006, 6:31 am
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SupplyRanger
- Ranger
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- Joined: March 17th, 2005, 10:05 pm
Outstanding Youngster !!! ...Now the fun starts...
HHC 2/502 Recondo 66 -67 RVN
1FFV Echo LRP 20th INF (ABN) 67 - 68
Team 1 1
Satan's Playboys
From Hell We Rise
B Co Omega Recon CCS RT Hammer
75Th RRA Life Member 2189
Special Operations Association Member 2907-GA
Secretary, Worldwide Army Rangers, Inc
Professional Soldiers Are Predictable; The World Is full Of Dangerous Amateurs.
1FFV Echo LRP 20th INF (ABN) 67 - 68
Team 1 1
Satan's Playboys
From Hell We Rise
B Co Omega Recon CCS RT Hammer
75Th RRA Life Member 2189
Special Operations Association Member 2907-GA
Secretary, Worldwide Army Rangers, Inc
Professional Soldiers Are Predictable; The World Is full Of Dangerous Amateurs.
I will never forget how dismayed that I was when I first reported in to the 1st platoon area up on the third floor at A 2/75. This was in 1980.
RIP had smoked my bags.
I thought that I had "made it." No one clued me in that the hard shit was just beginning. It was a total surprise to me.
:)
HOLY FUCK!
I got smoked all over again. I spent more time in the front leaning rest with my feet elevated on the trash cans for the next month than I did in the standing position. If I was not doing something, I was "on my face."
The Bad 'Muthers had some horrifying tabbed SP4s during this time. Graham Giles. Jay Brimstin. John Young. Andy Stay (RIP).
There were some fucking stud newly promoted buck sergeants. Greg Birch. Chuck Conway. Big Jim Smith.
The company 1SG was LG. The commander was Smokin' Joe Wisman. Our BC was LTC Powell. The WAD had just moved on.
Platoon sergeant was Luis Palacios. The LT's name was Banky. He was a good motherfucker.
Anyway, life in the platoon was such a fucking bitch...I was pissed. I was pissed that surviving RIP did not mean that the hard stuff was over. I was really angry. And I think that it was that anger that got me through the next weeks until the next RIP class graduated, and the fresh meat came in. They took the heat off me. I was one of very few new guys in the platoon, and the Rangers before me were a little skeptical of me, as I was very small, they thought that I was weak, and of course, I was a medic, which meant that I had not been to the Benning School for Boys, and I had not earned a blue cord. I probably weighed like 140 lbs at the time. They showed no mercy. In fact, they were like sharks circling a wounded meal. I learned very quickly that any display of weakness was like blood in the water for these guys. I got fucking mean real fast. My saving grace was that I could run like the wind, and I never, ever, fell out of a run. I humped that fucking aid bag, too, and made them give me a goddamned M16 instead of a .45, which is what I was supposed to carry under the ancient Vietnam-era MTOE.
No one called me "doc," at that point. It was "come here, medic." "Get the fuck down, medic." "Where is that fucking medic?" It was a while, a long while, before they started calling me "Doc." I no longer remember what happened to mark the change, to delineate the transition from "medic" to "Doc," but it was huge. It meant a lot to me. It meant that I was "in" the platoon, no longer a newbie, and no longer expected to quit. It took awhile, but they gradually realized that nothing that they did to me would ever make me quit.
I remember that I went up in the estimation of the platoon NCOs when I went to the ER and returned with a plastic bag of fresh human afterbirth. Yes, I mean a goddamned human placenta in a zip-loc bag. I no longer remember how in the hell that I pulled that one off. We presented it to 1LT Banky when he was reassigned, and left the platoon, a few months later, along with the usual Ranger plaque, a laminated and mounted photo of the platoon, and a beer mug. He hefted the placenta and told us that he would cherish it always. It would not surprise me if he still has it frozen in his freezer. Anyway, I was clearly no longer worthless. I could go to Madigan, shoot the shit with the nurses there, and walk out with a human placenta. Maybe the Bad 'Muthers would keep me around for awhile, after all.
The next RIP classes that came in had guys like Jay Christy, Scott Breassealle, Teagan Frawly, Steve Slater (RIP), Dean Barnhardt, and Kelvin Kai. They took some of the heat off me, not a lot, but just enough, because they were some squared away motherfuckers.
The reason that I dump these old recollections on you is because you will soon find that the hard shit has literally just begun. RIP is just the first gateway, the first rite of passage into the metamorphosis that you are undergoing.
For you, life very well may be tougher than it was for me, as we had no war to go to at that time. For you, the guys in your squad and your fireteam will be combat veterans, with combat jumps and firefights under their belts. They will know what it takes to survive, and they will teach you, and there is no doubt in my mind that their techniques will mirror those used to train me 26 years ago. Yes, technology has advanced. Yes, doctrine has advanced. But Rangers are Rangers, and there is an unbroken chain from the Rangers of the Vietnam era to the Rangers of today, and this is one of the reason why Rangers can only feel really comfortable around other Rangers. We have our own clan, our own tribe. They will be merciless with you, and they will try to make you quit. They would rather have you quit before you deploy. You cannot quit once the gunfire starts.
So, your life is going to suck.
But if you stay, and if you endure, and if you take those lessons that you are going to be taught in your platoon, in your squad, in your fireteam, you will never be the same, and in time, you will take your own place in the long line of Rangers, and you will train those who come after you, and you will live forever through the Regiment.
I am now 45 years old, and my body is broken.
But my heart...my heart was forged up on the third floor of the A Co barracks, and in the wilds of the South Ranier Training Area.
You are going to the best fucking Ranger Battalion. If you go to A Co, you will be going to the best Ranger company in the Regiment. If you doubt this, look up some of the history behind the names that I give you up above. They are legends. If you are really lucky, you will become a Bad 'Muther.
To this day, I meet someone and they say to me, "I heard you were in 2d Bat."
I say, yeah, so?
They say, "I was in 2d Bat."
I then say, that is nice. I wait for the question. It always comes.
"Which platoon?" They ask.
I say "Bad 'Muthers."
They just nod. They know. The best Ranger platoon in history.
God Bless, young Ranger.
Welcome.
RIP had smoked my bags.
I thought that I had "made it." No one clued me in that the hard shit was just beginning. It was a total surprise to me.
:)
HOLY FUCK!
I got smoked all over again. I spent more time in the front leaning rest with my feet elevated on the trash cans for the next month than I did in the standing position. If I was not doing something, I was "on my face."
The Bad 'Muthers had some horrifying tabbed SP4s during this time. Graham Giles. Jay Brimstin. John Young. Andy Stay (RIP).
There were some fucking stud newly promoted buck sergeants. Greg Birch. Chuck Conway. Big Jim Smith.
The company 1SG was LG. The commander was Smokin' Joe Wisman. Our BC was LTC Powell. The WAD had just moved on.
Platoon sergeant was Luis Palacios. The LT's name was Banky. He was a good motherfucker.
Anyway, life in the platoon was such a fucking bitch...I was pissed. I was pissed that surviving RIP did not mean that the hard stuff was over. I was really angry. And I think that it was that anger that got me through the next weeks until the next RIP class graduated, and the fresh meat came in. They took the heat off me. I was one of very few new guys in the platoon, and the Rangers before me were a little skeptical of me, as I was very small, they thought that I was weak, and of course, I was a medic, which meant that I had not been to the Benning School for Boys, and I had not earned a blue cord. I probably weighed like 140 lbs at the time. They showed no mercy. In fact, they were like sharks circling a wounded meal. I learned very quickly that any display of weakness was like blood in the water for these guys. I got fucking mean real fast. My saving grace was that I could run like the wind, and I never, ever, fell out of a run. I humped that fucking aid bag, too, and made them give me a goddamned M16 instead of a .45, which is what I was supposed to carry under the ancient Vietnam-era MTOE.
No one called me "doc," at that point. It was "come here, medic." "Get the fuck down, medic." "Where is that fucking medic?" It was a while, a long while, before they started calling me "Doc." I no longer remember what happened to mark the change, to delineate the transition from "medic" to "Doc," but it was huge. It meant a lot to me. It meant that I was "in" the platoon, no longer a newbie, and no longer expected to quit. It took awhile, but they gradually realized that nothing that they did to me would ever make me quit.
I remember that I went up in the estimation of the platoon NCOs when I went to the ER and returned with a plastic bag of fresh human afterbirth. Yes, I mean a goddamned human placenta in a zip-loc bag. I no longer remember how in the hell that I pulled that one off. We presented it to 1LT Banky when he was reassigned, and left the platoon, a few months later, along with the usual Ranger plaque, a laminated and mounted photo of the platoon, and a beer mug. He hefted the placenta and told us that he would cherish it always. It would not surprise me if he still has it frozen in his freezer. Anyway, I was clearly no longer worthless. I could go to Madigan, shoot the shit with the nurses there, and walk out with a human placenta. Maybe the Bad 'Muthers would keep me around for awhile, after all.
The next RIP classes that came in had guys like Jay Christy, Scott Breassealle, Teagan Frawly, Steve Slater (RIP), Dean Barnhardt, and Kelvin Kai. They took some of the heat off me, not a lot, but just enough, because they were some squared away motherfuckers.
The reason that I dump these old recollections on you is because you will soon find that the hard shit has literally just begun. RIP is just the first gateway, the first rite of passage into the metamorphosis that you are undergoing.
For you, life very well may be tougher than it was for me, as we had no war to go to at that time. For you, the guys in your squad and your fireteam will be combat veterans, with combat jumps and firefights under their belts. They will know what it takes to survive, and they will teach you, and there is no doubt in my mind that their techniques will mirror those used to train me 26 years ago. Yes, technology has advanced. Yes, doctrine has advanced. But Rangers are Rangers, and there is an unbroken chain from the Rangers of the Vietnam era to the Rangers of today, and this is one of the reason why Rangers can only feel really comfortable around other Rangers. We have our own clan, our own tribe. They will be merciless with you, and they will try to make you quit. They would rather have you quit before you deploy. You cannot quit once the gunfire starts.
So, your life is going to suck.
But if you stay, and if you endure, and if you take those lessons that you are going to be taught in your platoon, in your squad, in your fireteam, you will never be the same, and in time, you will take your own place in the long line of Rangers, and you will train those who come after you, and you will live forever through the Regiment.
I am now 45 years old, and my body is broken.
But my heart...my heart was forged up on the third floor of the A Co barracks, and in the wilds of the South Ranier Training Area.
You are going to the best fucking Ranger Battalion. If you go to A Co, you will be going to the best Ranger company in the Regiment. If you doubt this, look up some of the history behind the names that I give you up above. They are legends. If you are really lucky, you will become a Bad 'Muther.
To this day, I meet someone and they say to me, "I heard you were in 2d Bat."
I say, yeah, so?
They say, "I was in 2d Bat."
I then say, that is nice. I wait for the question. It always comes.
"Which platoon?" They ask.
I say "Bad 'Muthers."
They just nod. They know. The best Ranger platoon in history.
God Bless, young Ranger.
Welcome.
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Classes 12, 13, and 14-81.
Company A, 2d Battalion (Ranger), 1st Platoon, "Bad 'Muthers," 1980-1984;
SFQC 4-84.
Company B, 2d Battalion, 1st Special Forces Group (Airborne), ODA 151, 1984-1986.
Classes 12, 13, and 14-81.
Company A, 2d Battalion (Ranger), 1st Platoon, "Bad 'Muthers," 1980-1984;
SFQC 4-84.
Company B, 2d Battalion, 1st Special Forces Group (Airborne), ODA 151, 1984-1986.
fourthandonly
WELCOME
RLTW
Steadfast
4/325 82d DIV 68-69
2nd Bde HHC (LRRP), 4 ID
K Co (Rgr), 75th Inf (Abn), 4 ID
69-70
I cooked with C- 4
Steadfast
4/325 82d DIV 68-69
2nd Bde HHC (LRRP), 4 ID
K Co (Rgr), 75th Inf (Abn), 4 ID
69-70
I cooked with C- 4
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RangerJurena
- Ranger/Moderator
- Posts: 3301
- Joined: September 27th, 2005, 11:00 am
Congratulations.
I think you hear a common thread here, the shit has not hit the fan yet. Enjoy that trip up north and get your head screwed on and cleared of all the cob webs.
It's going to mental and physical hell for awhile, the wolves will weed out the weak, make sure you are not one of them.
I think you hear a common thread here, the shit has not hit the fan yet. Enjoy that trip up north and get your head screwed on and cleared of all the cob webs.
It's going to mental and physical hell for awhile, the wolves will weed out the weak, make sure you are not one of them.
C.Co 1/75 '87-'93
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ma91c1an wrote:To this day, I meet someone and they say to me, "I heard you were in 2d Bat."
I say, yeah, so?
They say, "I was in 2d Bat."
I then say, that is nice. I wait for the question. It always comes.
"Which platoon?" They ask.
I say "Bad 'Muthers."
They just nod. They know. The best Ranger platoon in history.
God Bless, young Ranger.
Welcome.
Yep, My CG did that to me about 6 months ago. The exchange was almost word for word.
CSM RGRPUCK
CL 3-88
Operation Just Cause (Dec- Jan 89)
Operation Enduring Freedom (Jan-aug '03)
Operation Iraqi Freedom (Jan- July "04)
Operation Enduring Freedom (Jan 07- Jan 08 )
Operation Enduring Freedom (Aug 09- Jan 10 )
CL 3-88
Operation Just Cause (Dec- Jan 89)
Operation Enduring Freedom (Jan-aug '03)
Operation Iraqi Freedom (Jan- July "04)
Operation Enduring Freedom (Jan 07- Jan 08 )
Operation Enduring Freedom (Aug 09- Jan 10 )
Re: Congratulations.....
Yeah they are the ones with shaved legs. :DEarthPig wrote:There's a 1st Batt???alltheway wrote: ...and 50 more for 1st Bat not being your first fucking choice.
RLTW
EP
RS Class 5-82
French Commando 11-83
LRSLC Class 5-87
U.S. Army 1980-1984 and 1987-1990
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“Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.”
George S. Patton
French Commando 11-83
LRSLC Class 5-87
U.S. Army 1980-1984 and 1987-1990
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“Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.”
George S. Patton