Naval Sensitivity Training
Way back a young Naval Officer was in a terrible car accident, but due to the heroics of the hospital staff the only permanent injury was the loss of one ear. Since he wasn't physically impaired he remained in the military and eventually became an Admiral. However, during his career he was always sensitive about his appearance.
One day the Admiral was interviewing two Navy Master Chiefs and a Marine Sergeant Major for his personal staff.
The first Master Chief was a Surface Navy type and it was a great interview. At the end of the interview the Admiral asked him, "Do you notice anything different about me?" The Master Chief answered, "Why yes. I couldn't help but notice you are missing your starboard ear, so I don't know whether this impacts your hearing on that side." The Admiral got very angry at this lack of tact and threw him out of his office.
The next candidate, an Aviation Master Chief, when asked this same question, answered, "Well yes, you seem to be short one ear." The Admiral threw him out also.
The third interview was with the Marine Sergeant Major. He was articulate, extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the two Master Chiefs put together. The Admiral wanted this guy, but went ahead with the same question.
"Do you notice anything different about me?" To his surprise the Sergeant Major said, "Yes sir, you wear contact lenses."
The Admiral was impressed and thought to himself, what an incredibly tactful Marine. "And how do you know that?" the Admiral asked. The Sergeant Major replied, "Well sir, it's pretty hard to wear glasses with only one fu*&%n' ear."
Way back a young Naval Officer was in a terrible car accident, but due to the heroics of the hospital staff the only permanent injury was the loss of one ear. Since he wasn't physically impaired he remained in the military and eventually became an Admiral. However, during his career he was always sensitive about his appearance.
One day the Admiral was interviewing two Navy Master Chiefs and a Marine Sergeant Major for his personal staff.
The first Master Chief was a Surface Navy type and it was a great interview. At the end of the interview the Admiral asked him, "Do you notice anything different about me?" The Master Chief answered, "Why yes. I couldn't help but notice you are missing your starboard ear, so I don't know whether this impacts your hearing on that side." The Admiral got very angry at this lack of tact and threw him out of his office.
The next candidate, an Aviation Master Chief, when asked this same question, answered, "Well yes, you seem to be short one ear." The Admiral threw him out also.
The third interview was with the Marine Sergeant Major. He was articulate, extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the two Master Chiefs put together. The Admiral wanted this guy, but went ahead with the same question.
"Do you notice anything different about me?" To his surprise the Sergeant Major said, "Yes sir, you wear contact lenses."
The Admiral was impressed and thought to himself, what an incredibly tactful Marine. "And how do you know that?" the Admiral asked. The Sergeant Major replied, "Well sir, it's pretty hard to wear glasses with only one fu*&%n' ear."
The below video was made by Gunny R. Lee Ermey for the 2016 1st Battalion 7th Marines Vietnam Reunion. A special thanks go to the Gunny for his support to the men of 1/7. Oohrah!
Just a little Humor :)
Attack of “Commie Chicken” by Paul Q
August 15, 1969. The big day had arrived and I was rotating home. I was up north close to the DMZ (5 miles below it). I was serving with CAP unit 4-3-6 at a place called Qua Viet on the Dong Ha River. For those not familiar with a CAP unit, it was composed of about 10-12 Marines and 40 or so Vietnamese Popular Forces. We were there to try and teach them how to protect their village. We also served as LP for local Marine units. Many a night I longed for the safety of my 1/7 Marine buddies.
Finally, I was leaving Vietnam. I said my goodbyes to my buddies. James Johnson escorted me through the local village to a waiting jeep for transport back to Dong Ha. As we were making our way through, my thoughts of course were on going home and surviving the war thus far. I did notice a mother hen and her small brood of little ones scratching for food in front of me and off to my right. No big deal, I wasn’t going to have chicken that evening and intended no harm. As I approached her, she suddenly flared up at me in attack mode to protect her little ones. I instantly with my trusty M-16, did a horizontal butt stroke and deflected her away from me. She fell away dazed and amazed that I had done this to her. I proceeded passed her un-opposed. James started laughing. He then remarked “Quattlebaum, you still have it (Marine Corps training). My thoughts were even the chickens are communist indoctrinated and trained to attack Americans, and I had survived one more attempt by them to kill me.
August 15, 1969. The big day had arrived and I was rotating home. I was up north close to the DMZ (5 miles below it). I was serving with CAP unit 4-3-6 at a place called Qua Viet on the Dong Ha River. For those not familiar with a CAP unit, it was composed of about 10-12 Marines and 40 or so Vietnamese Popular Forces. We were there to try and teach them how to protect their village. We also served as LP for local Marine units. Many a night I longed for the safety of my 1/7 Marine buddies.
Finally, I was leaving Vietnam. I said my goodbyes to my buddies. James Johnson escorted me through the local village to a waiting jeep for transport back to Dong Ha. As we were making our way through, my thoughts of course were on going home and surviving the war thus far. I did notice a mother hen and her small brood of little ones scratching for food in front of me and off to my right. No big deal, I wasn’t going to have chicken that evening and intended no harm. As I approached her, she suddenly flared up at me in attack mode to protect her little ones. I instantly with my trusty M-16, did a horizontal butt stroke and deflected her away from me. She fell away dazed and amazed that I had done this to her. I proceeded passed her un-opposed. James started laughing. He then remarked “Quattlebaum, you still have it (Marine Corps training). My thoughts were even the chickens are communist indoctrinated and trained to attack Americans, and I had survived one more attempt by them to kill me.
A Taliban Army Platoon was on patrol when the
commander noticed a lone Marine standing on a hilltop
above their location. The commander told two of his
soldiers to go take out the Marine, so they dropped
their packs and promptly ran as fast as they could
toward the Marine. Just before they got to the
top, the Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The two soldiers followed.
For the next few moments there were bloody screams
and dust flying in the air. Then as quickly as it had
started, it stopped and the Marine appeared back on
the hilltop. He brushed off his cammies, straightened
his cover, crossed his arms and stood there looking
down at the Taliban soldiers.
The infuriated commander called for a squad to go
get the Marine. They promptly ran as fast as they
could toward him. Just before they got to the
top, the Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The squad followed, and for the next few minutes there
were bloody screams and dust flying in the air. When
it stopped, the Marine again returned to the hilltop.
He brushed off his cammies, straightened his cover,
crossed his arms and stood there looking down at the
remaining Taliban soldiers.
The commander was really hot now. He ordered the
rest of his platoon to attack the Marine. Determined
that Taliban soldiers were far superior to one
lone Marine, they had blood in their eyes as they
ran up the hill. Just before they got to the top, the
Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The blood-thirsty soldiers followed. For many
minutes there were horrific screams and clouds of dust
flying in the air. It continued and continued.
When it finally stopped, one lone soldier came
crawling back to the commander, all bloody and beat
about the head and shoulders. His uniform was
torn, cuts were all over his body. The commander
demanded a report. The lone soldier, trying to catch
his breath, replied in a forceful yet trembling
voice, "Sir, run... it was a trick. There are TWO
of them!!"
commander noticed a lone Marine standing on a hilltop
above their location. The commander told two of his
soldiers to go take out the Marine, so they dropped
their packs and promptly ran as fast as they could
toward the Marine. Just before they got to the
top, the Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The two soldiers followed.
For the next few moments there were bloody screams
and dust flying in the air. Then as quickly as it had
started, it stopped and the Marine appeared back on
the hilltop. He brushed off his cammies, straightened
his cover, crossed his arms and stood there looking
down at the Taliban soldiers.
The infuriated commander called for a squad to go
get the Marine. They promptly ran as fast as they
could toward him. Just before they got to the
top, the Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The squad followed, and for the next few minutes there
were bloody screams and dust flying in the air. When
it stopped, the Marine again returned to the hilltop.
He brushed off his cammies, straightened his cover,
crossed his arms and stood there looking down at the
remaining Taliban soldiers.
The commander was really hot now. He ordered the
rest of his platoon to attack the Marine. Determined
that Taliban soldiers were far superior to one
lone Marine, they had blood in their eyes as they
ran up the hill. Just before they got to the top, the
Marine ran over the other side of the hill.
The blood-thirsty soldiers followed. For many
minutes there were horrific screams and clouds of dust
flying in the air. It continued and continued.
When it finally stopped, one lone soldier came
crawling back to the commander, all bloody and beat
about the head and shoulders. His uniform was
torn, cuts were all over his body. The commander
demanded a report. The lone soldier, trying to catch
his breath, replied in a forceful yet trembling
voice, "Sir, run... it was a trick. There are TWO
of them!!"
A MARINE'S RESPONSE TO A "DEAR JOHN LETTER"
A Marine was deployed with 1/7 in Vietnam. While he was there he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up with him. AND, she wanted pictures of herself back.
So the Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find.
He then mailed about 50 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girlfriend with the following note:
"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove your picture and send the rest back."