At Ease! Rest…
Except you Meach – you stay at the position of attention – but hold your rifle straight out in front of your, arms parallel to the ground. Good – don’t move.
Well, most of you know, that I am not a YUGE fan of the POTUS, well – not like Chop or SGT P anyway. Nonetheless, he is the CinC and as such, orders is orders. However, in spite of any misgiving I have about the Tweeter in Chief, it looks like he has pulled off something pretty amazing. Of course, time will tell…but Kim Dum Yum Yum coming down to the border, meeting with Moon, promising to end the war officially, promising to give up his nukes, and moving to let US captives free is pretty telling.
MEACH! Quit that shaking!
It seems that between Xi giving Kim the whut fer a few weeks back in Beijing, and the then Director of the CIA and current SECSTATE Pompeo apparently showing the fat fucker exactly where he sleeps and what a JDAM will do to a bunker, Kim has suddenly found Jaysus.
MEACH! You look tired – do you want to rest? Too fucking bad!
Now – to be fair – he may be crazy like a fox and playing us all for time and space. But I really don’t think so – in fact, I HOPE this is real. You see, my grandfather was 3rd INF in Korea, and that war never officially ended. Wars should end. Eventually. It’s about goddamn time that this one ends.
MEACH! OK, you get a rest – arms straight up – rifle above your head, parallel to the ground – MOVE.
I know there are all kinds of ifs, ands and buts to be combed through, and I know that any reconciliation or *gasp* reunification, will be a long road to hoe. But, I think that they have to start somewhere. Someone had to give, just a little. It looks like someone did.
MEACH! Why are you sweating? Oh? Maybe you will make better life choices next time.
Anyway, I don’t think the Great Orange One will get a Nobel – even if Fatboy Kim just rolls over and gives up everything north of the 38th Parallel, with a signed hand receipt filled out to Trump himself. It’s just too political. I mean, they gave Barry one for…ummmm… what WAS that for?
MEACH! Military Presses with the rifle!
The rest of you have a good weekend – I am off to Valdosta to help Steeda celebrate their 30th and see a cool car show.
Platoon Sergeants give them the usual – and get them the fuck out of my sight.
NOT YOU MEACH. You and I are headed up to the BC’s office, so you can explain shoplifting 20 tubes of Kilo-Yankee Jelly from the PX. SGT P- you can quit giggling – you are coming with him. He’s your joe. Sick degenerate fuckers.