Wayne-
That's what I did. I ignored the wife, tried to "ride it out", worked, actually got better for about a day...
Now steroids, antibiotics, inhaler, threats of hospitiliazation and/or death from doc if I continue to try and smoke-I cut back to a pack a day, lol, multiple re-visits, chest x-rays, blood tests, inability to even walk without coughing, massive headaches, snot everywhere...
I'd do the same damn thing you are doing all over again, lol - I admit it.
Nick-
Dakota can call me Gunny all he wants. Every time I see it I think of "my" Gunny. I don't even remember his name, and I have seen Gunnery Sgts come and go over the years.
I've told that story before, so I'll be short and sweet.
You fucked up in his company, you had 3 choices. Article 15, 6x6x6, or fist-city with the Gunny (he spoke in the 3rd person like that).
My infamous Gary Barton (a constant repeat offender) made the major mistake of going with option 3 ONCE. His page 11 was a mile in length, those holes he had to dig were all over the battalion area, and I guess he figured he stood a good shot of taking the old (to us) man.
It's the only time I ever saw Gary get his ass kicked, and no one ever tried option 3 again. That was almost 2 decades before that Clint Eastwood flick (I forget the name) where they tried to kick HIS ass. Hollywood had to have stolen that scene from H&S co. Battalion Landing Team 1/2, in the mid 70's---I swear to Christ, lol
Cigar chompin', Chesty Puller lookin' bad motherfucker... Ya, he can call me Gunny... I only wish he knew what a great compliment it is.
Originally Posted by: dfosterf