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Related: About this forumNo matter what rank you are there is always a woman who outranks your ass.
Cant sleep woke up couldnt find Dunc pup here pup was on over watch on the couch with young Airborne troop passed out drunk who is home on leave. Pup was all snuggled In laying with him I stopped to cover airborne up in covers and Dunc was cleaning troop with licks then licked my hand I just love him man and I have to cuddle him cuz we love each other.
Reason is his Mom she has rules and do not come to my house drunk I dont care if you fought the Taliban.
I dont care if youre Ranger tabbed I dont care if you Re- enlisted and now are a E-5 and putting together a packet to attend Infantry Drill school.
His mom is hardcore a fine lady who raised two boys as single mother and she has raised two fine young men. Her youngest and my eighteen have been thick since kindergarten they graduate next week then both off to same university local in the fall.
Ive seen this phenomenon before where you may have the stripes example yet your wife is in charge when your off duty. My first platoon sgt when I was in 2/325 PIR a fine SFC Vietnam vet. Although at home and off duty Mrs Platoon sgt ran the show a four foot + in height tiny Korean woman who turned me onto kimchi she said jump he asked how high.
Were having downtime if I remember it was after a water jump in training on a Friday weekend off and after evening formation we are relived and we were drinking beers yes plural on beer.
And the C.Q.runner comes and tells the platoon sgt your wife is on the phone. Tell her I will be home in a bit we continue to drink much later a second message from C.Q. In that its your wife Sgt so he takes the call maybe twenty minutes later hes loading his bicycle in back of the family station wagon yep parties over for SFC the Mrs is here. Hey see you Monday Sergeant need help loading that ten speed into back of the family truckster.
Another example it was I think we called it Airborne days kind like a school field day. Yet its just basically a reason to BBQ and day drink on duty and compete against other Rifle companies like in stupid races and such.
Maybe a baseball game that turns violent. Because of day drinking and us as walking simpletons just add booze majority of us were 18 year old kids Alpha males that is what you get in soldiers in that kind of community you want to be here no one forced you and now we know the male brain is not fully formed until age twenty six.
Anyway our Company First sgt gave us that no fighting speech that morning couple hours later hes drunk getting ready to go fist with Bravo companies First sgt and again the definition of dysfunctional humans. Alpha and Bravo companies were getting ready square off give me a ball bat quick someone says drunk.
Im not sure why we hated Bravo company and they hated us yet there we are 18-19 year old kids drunk probably snacking on a hot dog from the grill reinforcing the alcoholism were surely developing for later in life probably 10 am ready to riot.
Who calms situation down our first sgt wife another tiny Asian women basically get your black ass in that car now husband.
And I know for a fact Bigfoot exists because same first sgt gonna fight it out drunk with Bravos top he was my first sgt in A 2/325 PIR. We were doing river crossing training as rifle company and top ditched his fatigues to swim the river and I got sucked into that because why I was near the command element taking a knee. We swam to secure the ropes for us to cross and we made the other bank naked with M16. First sgt goes you good I said yea by the way first sgt why dont you ever mention that your a child of Sasquatch.
His reply go provide security PFC. So I moved out naked only wearing jungle boots to provide security for the crossing waiting on my ruck to show so I could get dressed. Actually I was looking forward to getting my jungles washed crossing the river was wearing them probably 10 days straight yet everybody else got theirs washed mine came to me dry.
I bounced young airborne off the couch told him go sleep it off in my bed Dunc followed him golden retriever tale flying see you at sunrise man were cuddling.
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(5,125 posts)I always thought it was just a great way to keep a marriage healthy. Big ass marine, 6 foot 3 and still mostly muscle with only a small beer padding, not even Dad Bod. Making her the boss balanced out the power and made him the enforcer. Good way to be "off duty" at home. Or just still following orders, I guess.
My Dad was Army and was DAV from Korean Conflict (lead up war/battle to Vietnam). Got shot up the spine when his parachute got him stuck in a tree. He got evac and into body cast for a year and a half... back then spinal fusions were a "new" thing.
He still made sure we knew MOM was boss.
One day Mom was planting a NO GO Flag on my request to ride my bike to a small shopping center. I didn't think it would be a big deal because it was 3 blocks from my JR High that I walked to M-F. But I guess they were worried about the bike getting stolen. That part is foggy now, but being a grownup it seems to be what makes sense.
ANYWAY, I made the mistake of saying MOTHER! in a loud voice because I was amping up to go into my spiel about how the shopping center was only 3 blocks from my school and DAD took offense to my TONE.
"You watch your mouth, with your Mother, girl. Or you will be picking up your teeth in Cincinnati." We lived in California at the time.
I was always more afraid of Mom than Dad, but I didn't doubt his sincerity even though he rarely even spanked us. Didn't have to, their rules were basically fair and we got at least a warning to knock off whatever we were doing wrong so we learned to stop mid-stride if need be.
But still makes me wonder why that's a military thing.
My Hubby is great and he's a civilian. We are more "partners" but I think I am a bit more "tough" in some ways. Grew up in nasty neighborhoods and had to fight my way out of gang business. Hubby was more sheltered. He's got the guns, but isn't apt to run around busting heads. If we get a noise in the middle of the night, it's me that grabs a bat and goes to check it out.
Hubby does rule the finances, the remote and gets the cars bought and/or serviced. He rules the lawn and knows to leave my flower beds alone. Been together over 30 years. So far so good.