The rules of Special Forces or the rules of SOF vary from unit to unit. However if you are looking for the general rules of SOF they stay relatively the same across the board and are as follows:
The Rules of SOF
1. Always look cool (most important)
2. Always know where you are (difficult for officers)
3. If you don’t know where you are, look cool (also difficult for officers)
hey hey hey… I always looked cool, and I always knew where I was.
(Source: operational-experiences, via danthemedicman)
236 years worth of Pride: Why we passed inspection: -
So we’re cleaning for field day and my roommate asks my other roommate and I ‘who has a porno mag?”
Well, I have a few Penthouse mags that I haven’t looked at in a while just chilling in the back of my wall locker so I toss him one which he promptly opens up and puts in the microwave. …. Yes, the microwave.
Roommate: now we’ll pass for sure!
Me: hmm… maybe. In Comm School I had porn on and playing in my wall locker when they inspected. It was awkward enough to where they automatically passed us….. mostly because the Corporal inspecting us was female.
RM: Dude! Do you have any porn on your laptop!?
Me: duh… what, do you think my imagination works ALL the time?
RM: Holy shit you have to put some on your speaker system for when they come in and secure your wall locker.
So I go through the file path to get there
The Matrix (my external hard drive)
> Music
» Justin Beiber
»> My World
»» Interview With Justin Beiber.wmv
RM: why do you have an interview with Jus— Oh my god….
“PORN WEEK ANAL VACATION”
RM: Really bro?Me: yeah, I let SSgt borrow my hard drive to grab some stuff off it….. I wonder if he took this… if so, I wonder if he’s discovered the great interview..
So of course I get it to the ball-slappiest part I can find and adjust the volume to where you can’t immediately hear it, but you’ll notice it’s there before too long, secure the wall locker…. and wait….At this point, the NCO’s knock on the door, to be let in by yours truly, wearing a shit eating grin on my face.
NCO1: Hmm…smells nice, looks nice… seems good to me, just gonna inspect a little further because the CO’s coming tomorrow.
Me: Oh, please do! *snerk*NCO2: hmm, bathroom is good… let’s check the fridge… good… and the microwa-aaaaannnnnd there’s a porno mag in it. *proceeds to grab it and flip through*…. why don’t I have this issue?
NCO1: really? WTF… wow guys. … *checks the closet next to my wall locker*…..guys… is that…. bro what is that sound.. those sounds aren’t natural. They’re all squishy and slappy and shit…. IS THERE PORN ON IN THERE TOO?
Me: YUP.
NCO1: *tries to peek through the doors to catch a glimpse* man, you have minimized? you suck…
I open the doors up and maximize it again…. and all 5 of us just kinda stand around watching for about 20 seconds before the NCO’s both say, “OK YOU PASS… BEST ROOM YET!”
And they left.
And THAT, dear friends and followers, is how you pass field day pre-inspection.
Awesome.
This is based on an actual radio conversation between a U.S. Navy
aircraft carrier (U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln) and Canadian authorities
off the coast of Newfoundland in October, 1995. (The radio
conversation was released by the Chief of Naval Operations on
10/10/95 authorized by the Freedom of Information Act.)Canadians: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South to
avoid collision.Americans: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the
North to avoid a collision.Canadians: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15
degrees to the South to avoid a collision.Americans: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again,
divert YOUR course.Canadians: No, I say again, you divert YOUR course.
Americans: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN, THE SECOND
LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES’ ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE
ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS
SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES
NORTH—I SAY AGAIN, THAT’S ONE FIVE DEGREES NORTH—OR
COUNTER-MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP.Canadians: This is a lighthouse. Your call.
I hate to say it, but it seems totally implausible to me. Lighthouses, etc, are pretty obvious on charts. And you can see on radar that they’re stationary.
Definitely fiction.
Blinded by your computer screen? -
I’ve had this installed for over a year now. The fade down to amber light happens so gradually that you don’t notice it. Other peoples’ screens at night feel like they’re searing my retinas (retinae?)… Anyways, I highly recommend it.
I’ve been using this and RedScreen for years and swear by them. When I’m overseas, my world is an overnight one and is lit entirely by red LEDs; Work, my room, my flashlights, my electronic devices, everything. I sometimes put the Soviet national Anthem on repeat in my headphones and pretend I’m in a Soviet Submarine.
Lol. I spent some significant portion of my naval career in a CIC, and would have to go up on the bridge during the daytime blinking like a mole. Also, I’d be wearing a green fatigue jacket because it was fucking freezing in there even when it was a billion degrees outside.
(Source: blackenedbutterfly)
Smokey sez…
Listen to Smokey.
(Source: coffeeandklonopin)
André's Taco Stand: Dulce Et Decorum Est -
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.~Wilfred Owen
Conversation with my buddy Steve.
I’ll have everyone know that I am in no circumstances in favor of this plan.
Interesting stretching routine.
Don’t need no cardboard for his shoulder spins!
(via holymotheroflidstrom)
Only 13 books away from 100. -
Would really like to hit 200+ books by the time the Kickstarter is finished, but I have to hit 100 first.
If you’re interested in the book, you only need to donate the $20. Again, at this point the money is inconsequential.
Due to the amazing kindness and generosity of others the quality of this book will be 10x that of what it would have been originally. I continue to maintain that I do not want to make any profit off of those who per-order this book. Every dollar will go back into it somehow, be it higher quality of paper, hardcover, color photos…I’m not disregarding any idea that could make this a better product.
Thanks to all those who have pre-ordered so far, and thanks to all of you who will pre-order in the future.
Do it.