OATH OF ENLISTMENT

George Hill

Staff Alumnus
U.S. AIR FORCE OATH OF ENLISTMENT

I, Zoomie, swear to sign away four years of my useless life to
the United States Air Force because I know I couldn't hack it
in the Army and because the Marines frighten me.

I swear to sit behind a desk and take credit for the work done
by others more edicated than me who take their job
seriously.

I also swear not to do any form of real exercise, but promise
to defend our bike-riding test as a valid form of exercise.

I swear to uphold and defend the Constitution of the United
States, even though I believe myself to be above that. I
promise to walk around calling everyone by their first name
because I know I'm not really in the military and I find it
amusing to annoy the other services.

I will have a better quality of life than all those around me and
will at all times be sure to make them aware of that fact.

After completion of my -snicker- "basic training," I will be a
lean, mean, doughnut-eating, lazy-boy sitting,
civilian-wearing-blue-clothes, Chairborne Ranger. I will believe
that I am superior to all others, and will make an effort to
clean the knife before stabbing the next person in the back
with it.

I will do no work unless someone is watching me (and it
makes me look good), will annoy those around me, and will
go home early everyday.

I consent to never getting promoted EVER and understand
that all those whom I made fun of yesterday probably will
outrank me tomorrow.

So help me God.

Signature:___________________ Date:________________

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U.S. ARMY OATH OF ENLISTMENT

I, Rambo, swear to sign away four years of my mediocre life
to the United States Army because I couldn't score high
enough on the ASVAB to get into the Air Force, I'm not
tough enough for the Marines, and the Navy won't take me
because I can't swim.

I will wear camouflage every day and tuck my trousers into
my boots because I can't figure out how to use blousing
straps.

I promise to wear my uniform 24 hours a day even when I
have a date.

I will continue telling myself that I am a fierce killing machine
because my drill sergeant told me I am, despite the fact that
the only action I ever will see is a court martial for sexual
harassment.

I acknowledge the fact that I will make E-8 in my first year of
service, and vow to maintain that it is because I scored
perfect on my PT test.

After completion of my sexual-er-I mean, BASIC training, I
will attend a different Army school once every other month
and return knowing less than I did when I left.

On my first trip home after boot camp, I will walk around like I
am cool and propose to my ninth-grade sweetheart.

I will make my wife stay home, because if I let her out she
might leave me for a smarter, better-looking Air Force guy.
Should she leave me twelve times, I will continue to take her
back.

While at work, I will maintain a look of knowledge while
getting absolutely nothing accomplished.

I will arrive at work every day at 1000 hours because of
morning PT and leave every day at 1300 hours to report back
to the "COMPANY."
I understand that I will undergo no training whatsoever that
will help me get a job upon separation, and will end up
working construction with my friends from high school.

I will brag to everyone about the Army giving me $30,000 for
college, but will be unable to use it because I can't pass a
placement exam.

So help me God.

Signature:__________________ Date:_______________

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U.S. NAVY OATH OF ALLEGIANCE


I promise to wear clothing that went out of style in 1976 and
to have my name stenciled on the butt of every pair of pants I
own.

I understand that I will be mistaken for the Good Humor man
during the summer, and for the Waffen SS during the winter.

I will strive to use a different language than the rest of the
English-speaking world, using words like "deck, bulkhead,
cover, and head," when I really mean "floor, wall, hat, and
toilet."

I will take great pride in the fact that all Navy acronyms,
ranks and insignia, and everything else for that matter, are
completely different from the other services and make
absolutely no sense whatsoever.

I will muster (whatever that is) at 0700 hours every morning
unless I am buddy-buddy with the Chief, in which case I will
show up around 0930 hours.

I vow to hone my coffee cup handling skills to the point that I
can stand up in a kayak being tossed around in a typhoon
and still not spill a drop.

I consent to being promoted and subsequently busted at
least twice each fiscal year.

I realize that, once selected for Chief, I am required to submit
myself to the sick, and quite possibly illegal, whims of my
new-found "colleagues."

So help me Neptune.

Signature:__________________ Date:_______________

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U.S. MARINE CORPS OATH OF ENLISTMENT

I, ________________ (state name here), swear... uhhhh...
high-and-tight... <grunt>... cammies... ugh... Air Force...
Women....OORAH!

So help me Corps.

Thumb Print:___________________ Date:______________



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"The rage is relentless... We need a movement with a quickness.
You are a witness of change and to counteract - We gotta take the power back!"


RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
The Critic formerly known as Kodiac
 
George - what about the coasties?

Giz

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"Hear the voices in my head, swear to God it sounds like
they're snoring." -Harvey Danger, "Flagpole Sitta"
 
Only talking MILITARY here... ;)

Coasties are what you set your glass down on!

Kidding - Just a little interservice rivalry to cheer people up.

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"The rage is relentless... We need a movement with a quickness.
You are a witness of change and to counteract - We gotta take the power back!"


RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
The Critic formerly known as Kodiac
 
LOL!

I thought at first that this was going to be one of those partisan postings that goes nowhere, but you didn't let me down, Kodi-George! When smiting one with ironic humor, why not paint everyone with a nice, wide brush? :)

Very good! Where did you get it? Or did you pull it out of that storage area where you keep your gun's "safety"? (The one located between your ears?)

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Will you, too, be one who stands in the gap?
 
Long Path - that was given to me by a good friend...


He is a former Recon Marine that was in with my brother... no one is perfect...

:D !

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"The rage is relentless... We need a movement with a quickness.
You are a witness of change and to counteract - We gotta take the power back!"


RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
The Critic formerly known as Kodiac



[This message has been edited by George Hill (edited September 02, 1999).]
 
Perfect... just perfect! And again the Marines are the best.

That oath is short, direct, and to the point! No frills, just the things that matter... Swearing, high & Tight, cammies, distain for the Air Force and last, but certainly not least... Women! ;)


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Schmit, GySgt, USMC(Ret)
NRA Life, Lodge 1201-UOSSS
"Si vis Pacem Para Bellum"
 
Best at what Gunny??? From my perspective of them on Okinawa and the PI all they could do is get so drunk the forgot WHAT to do with a real woman D)D)

But then there was this one poor Marine that married a billy boy and took it to Bagio <sp??> city for their honeymoon <ROTFLMFAO>

Seriously though, I'd rather go in harms way with Marines for backup other than anybody else.
 
Marines - ??

Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Essential ?

Uncle Sams Misguided Children?

Same bunch?

Hmmmm.....



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"Hear the voices in my head, swear to God it sounds like
they're snoring." -Harvey Danger, "Flagpole Sitta"
 
Man, I'm sending that to a friend of mine. He's learning to fly fighter jets for the Navy right now - he'll get a big kick out of it!

In a similar vein:

An Admiral retired after 35 years and realized a life-long dream of buying
a bird-hunting estate in South Dakota. He invited an old friend to visit for a week of pheasant shooting. The friend was in awe of the Admiral's new bird dog,"Chief".
The dog could point, flush and retrieve with the very best,and the friend offered to buy the dog at any price. The Admiral declined, saying that Chief was the very best bird dog he had ever owned and that he wouldn't part with him at any price.

A year later the same friend returned for another week of hunting and was surprised to find the Admiral breaking in a new dog. "What happened to ole "Chief?" he asked.
"Had to shoot him," grumbled the Admiral. "A friend came to hunt with me and couldn't remember the dog's name. Kept calling him "Commander." After that, all I could get him to do was sit on his ass and bark."
 
When in the Army, we sometimes refered to Marines as "Bullet Catchers". But then, we said that with the utmost reverence. It was never confused who the real bad-asses were.

Note: This from a 29F Crypto Ranger.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>C-130 rolling down the strip
Crypto Ranger on a one way trip
Stand up, hook up, Fall back to the floor
Ain't no way I'm going out that door
Cause I'm Crypto ...
Ranger
Far from ...
Danger[/quote]

LL
 
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