AT EASE! Rest.
MEACH! Welcome back – PUSH.
Alright you pukes, if I see one more 4187 requesting a transfer to the fucking Space Force, I am gonna end you. This shit is not gonna be a bunch of slots for the Colonial Marines, Space Shuttle Door Gunners, or the 501st Stormtrooper Legion. This is gonna be a bunch of pencil-necked geeks pushing buttons on Cape Canaveral. AND that is IF Congress ever approves such a thing. I GURAN-FUCKING-TEE that the Zoomies are gonna fight it tooth and nail. Get real. Jeezuz.
MEACH! Mountain Climbers!
I saw where the SOCOM Bubbas have picked up the 6.5 Creedmoor round for some very specific applications. You Fanbois need not jizz in your drawers – it does NOT mean that Big Army or the Marines are gonna jump on the bandwagon next week. Again, calm the fuck down.
MEACH! Laps around the formation – GO!
Meanwhile, keep your bullets shiny boys. Just because the Don has worked out an apparent plan for peace with Kim, doesn’t mean we don’t stay prepared to do what we do. China is still starting shit – and the ChiCom military is nothing to laugh at. Even if they had just bolt rifles with bayonets, there are over two million of those little fuckers – with a shit ton of back up when needed.
Alright, Next week I am on leave. I will be down on the Gulf Coast spending some time with my younglings and trying to get a bit of a tan. So, SGT P will be running shit…I can’t believe I just said that. The Sergeant Major will be checking in on you fuckers too – so no shenanigans.
Anyway, enjoy your weekend, and for fucks sake, DO NOT make me have my leave canceled to come deal with dumb shit.
MEACH! You run like a scooter monkey. Report to the CQ for extra duty.
Platoon sergeants, brief them on the usual admonitions and get them the fuck out of here.