Friends v. Friends

There is a network of PDS Contractors who network at myspace.com.  One of the guys I met through the site sent me this.  I was crying with laughter when I was reading some of them…

MILITARY FRIENDS VS. CIVILIAN FRIENDS

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Tell you not to do something stupid when drunk
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will post 360 security so you dont get caught

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs
MILITARY FRIENDS: Call your parents Drunk as hell and tell them
about the fat chick you tried to pick up

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Hope the night out drinking goes smoothly, and hope that no one is late for the ride home.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Know some wild shit will happen, and set up rally points and an E & E route.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will be sitting next to you saying, Damn…we fucked up…but hey, that shit was fun as fuck!"

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Laugh at you and tell you to put some vagasil on your pussy.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Steal each other’s stuff so often nobody remembers who bought it in the first place.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Are happy that someone picked up a one night stand and leave them alone.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will Low Crawl naked into the room with a camera and hope for the tag team.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will listen to your relatioship problems and hope it works out for you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will listen to you over a long hard road march, and will help you straighten it out better than Dr. Phil.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Might try to hit on your girl behind your back.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Have spooned with you in the field more than your girl has, and would never even think about doing that.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that’s what the crowd is doing.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I’m home!"

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will try and talk to the bouncer when you get tossed out of the bar.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will man up and go after the bouncer for touching you on the way out.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will wish you had enough money to go out that night, and are sorry you couldn’t come.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will share their last dollar with you, drag you along, and try to steal free drinks all night.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that shit, you know we don’t waste.. That’s alcohol abuse!!!"

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Want the money they loaned you back next week.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Can’t begin to remember who owes who money after taking care of each other for so long.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will say "I can’t handle Tequila anymore".
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will say "okay just one more" and then 2 minutes later "okay just one more".

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!!

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will tell you "They’d take a bullet for you."
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will actually take a bullet for you.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will ignore this
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will repost this

I know I may come across as a conservative prude to most who read this.  haha  But as I was reading through some of these things, I was reminded of a couple of funny things that have happened in the past and make the above statements so true.

One thing we always joke about is when we are in the desert and get drunk and make that drunken phone call or email to an ex girlfriend or friend or wife.  Almost every day someone emerges from their hootch with bloodshot eyes and tells the tale of the drunken call or email they sent out the night before.  haha

Steal each others things so much you don’t remember what belongs to whom.  Every time I go on holiday, Josh or D.J. break into my room and steal things.  They once broke in a drank my entire collection of whiskey…and it was a lot.  The next time Josh and I broke into D.J.’s room and drank all his.  haha  This time Josh actually told me what he was planning on stealing.  I actually purchased extremely heavy padlocks to keep him out. 

Will low crawl naken into the room and try to get that photo.  While I wasn’t naked, the rest happened.  haha!  Me and Johnny and Brandon were in Johnny’s suite.  Brandon and I were having drinks and food in the living area.  Johnny was in the bedroom with his date.  The two rooms were seperated by a wall; in the center of the wall was a TV holder with tiny doors on both sides of the wall, which allows the occupant to either watch tv from the living area or open the other tv doors and watch it from the bed room.  I have no idea how I was able to squeeze through the extremely tiny space, but I did.  I was about four feet off the floor with most of my upper body hanging into the bedroom while shapping shots of Johnny.  haha!!!  My sobriety being affected, I lost my balance and fell into the bedroom, landing on my head.  His girlfriend came running over and began beating me!  Brandon burst into the room, and we all had a good laugh! 
I don’t know…if you’re not prior military, you probably won’t find humor in this and will think I’m a sick freak.  haha!

Most of them have pretty cool photos posted at their sites.  If you want to check them out, go to myspace and enter my user name of Blacknuckle and you’ll see the profiles of some of them. 

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February 5, 2007

Heh. Yeah, got a bother serously thinking of going into the marines and trying to get a spot to learn to be a helecopter pilot. Heaven knows that if he doesn, he’s just the type to get into this sort of hijinx.

February 5, 2007

Hallo. Re: grandpa’s letters. He was in the pacific. Served at Hickam with the 11th bombardment group from Jan 1940 til July 1942. Then at Espiritu Santo til May 1943. He was trained as an Airplane mechanic, but they mostly had him driving trucks til he went to Santo. Then they made him an electrician, something he had no training for. After May 43, he was back in the States for the duration.

February 5, 2007

Somehow I ended up way the hell back in october in your diary without knowing it. So, you’ll see some notes back then from me. But then again, that’s not uncommon for me to do with an author I enjoy reading… Only this time it was unintentional.