On the first day of training of Airborne recruits, the instructor made an important point about preparing for landing at 300 feet.
"How do you know when you're at 300 feet?" asked one soldier.
"A good question," replied the instructor. "At 300 feet you can recognize the faces of people on the ground."
The soldier thought about this for a while before saying. "What happens if there's no one there I know?'
And there was the two drunken Marines somewhere in the Iraqi desert walking back to their tent on their day off. "What a beautiful night," one of the Marines says. "Look at the moon."
"That's not the moon, you moron," his inebriated pal replies. "That's the sun."
They're still arguing when another drunk staggers over. "Help us out buddy," the first Marine says. "Look up - is that the sun or the moon?"
I don't know." the man slurs, " I just got here."
Finally, there was this High School Quarterback, who somehow ended up a private in the Bush/Cheney Army. He did a strange thing: He threw an imaginary football and shouts "Touchdown" wherever he went.
Eventually, A psychiatrist labelled him unfit for duty, which led to a medical discharge. After the proceedings, he addressed the officer in charge.
"Sir, may I approach?"
With permision granted, he went through the motion of putting something on the officer's desk.
"What is this?" asked the officer.
"My football. I don't need it anymore." replied the ex-private.
Makes you wonder when the Commanders in Chiefs will present us with their imaginary WMD.
"How do you know when you're at 300 feet?" asked one soldier.
"A good question," replied the instructor. "At 300 feet you can recognize the faces of people on the ground."
The soldier thought about this for a while before saying. "What happens if there's no one there I know?'
And there was the two drunken Marines somewhere in the Iraqi desert walking back to their tent on their day off. "What a beautiful night," one of the Marines says. "Look at the moon."
"That's not the moon, you moron," his inebriated pal replies. "That's the sun."
They're still arguing when another drunk staggers over. "Help us out buddy," the first Marine says. "Look up - is that the sun or the moon?"
I don't know." the man slurs, " I just got here."
Finally, there was this High School Quarterback, who somehow ended up a private in the Bush/Cheney Army. He did a strange thing: He threw an imaginary football and shouts "Touchdown" wherever he went.
Eventually, A psychiatrist labelled him unfit for duty, which led to a medical discharge. After the proceedings, he addressed the officer in charge.
"Sir, may I approach?"
With permision granted, he went through the motion of putting something on the officer's desk.
"What is this?" asked the officer.
"My football. I don't need it anymore." replied the ex-private.
Makes you wonder when the Commanders in Chiefs will present us with their imaginary WMD.
