thedrifter
03-31-03, 09:32 AM
Sent to me by Cas
An Old Guy's Opinion
If I could, I'd enlist today and help my country track down those
responsible for killing thousands of innocent people in New York
City and Washington, D.C. But, I'm over 50 now and the Armed
Forces say I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be
older than 35 to join the military.
They've got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-
year-olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You
shouldn't be able to join until you're at least 35. For starters:
Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old
guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more
that 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky
soldier is a dangerous soldier. If we can't kill the enemy we'll
complain them into submission. "My back hurts!" "I'm hungry!"
"Where's the remote control?"
An 18-year-old hasn't had a legal beer yet and you shouldn't go to
war until you're at least old enough to legally drink. An average
old guy, on the other hand, has consumed 126,000 gallons of beer
by the time he's 35 and a jaunt through the desert heat with a
backpack and M-60 would do wonders for the old beer belly.
An 18-year-old doesn't like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys get
up early (to pee). If old guys are captured we couldn't spill the
beans because we'd probably forget where we put them. In fact,
name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would actually be easier for old guys. We're used to
getting screamed and yelled at and we actually like soft food.
We've also developed a deep appreciation for guns and rifles. We
like them almost better than naps.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however.
I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope
hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after
training. I can hear the Drill Sergeant now, "Get down and give
me...er ... one."
And the running part is kind of a waste of energy. I've never seen
anyone outrun a bullet. An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead
of him.
He's still learning to shave, to actually carry on a conversation,
to wear pants without the top of the butt crack showing and the
boxer shorts sticking out.
To learn that a pierced tongue catches food particles. And that a
200-watt speaker in the back seat of a Honda Accord can rupture an
eardrum. All great reasons to keep our sons at home and to learn a
little more about life before sending them off to a possible death.
Let us old guys track down those dirty, rotten cowards who
attacked our hearts on September 11. The last thing the enemy
would want to see right now is a couple of million old farts with
attitudes.
Sempers,
Roger
An Old Guy's Opinion
If I could, I'd enlist today and help my country track down those
responsible for killing thousands of innocent people in New York
City and Washington, D.C. But, I'm over 50 now and the Armed
Forces say I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be
older than 35 to join the military.
They've got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-
year-olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You
shouldn't be able to join until you're at least 35. For starters:
Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old
guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more
that 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky
soldier is a dangerous soldier. If we can't kill the enemy we'll
complain them into submission. "My back hurts!" "I'm hungry!"
"Where's the remote control?"
An 18-year-old hasn't had a legal beer yet and you shouldn't go to
war until you're at least old enough to legally drink. An average
old guy, on the other hand, has consumed 126,000 gallons of beer
by the time he's 35 and a jaunt through the desert heat with a
backpack and M-60 would do wonders for the old beer belly.
An 18-year-old doesn't like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys get
up early (to pee). If old guys are captured we couldn't spill the
beans because we'd probably forget where we put them. In fact,
name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would actually be easier for old guys. We're used to
getting screamed and yelled at and we actually like soft food.
We've also developed a deep appreciation for guns and rifles. We
like them almost better than naps.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however.
I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope
hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after
training. I can hear the Drill Sergeant now, "Get down and give
me...er ... one."
And the running part is kind of a waste of energy. I've never seen
anyone outrun a bullet. An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead
of him.
He's still learning to shave, to actually carry on a conversation,
to wear pants without the top of the butt crack showing and the
boxer shorts sticking out.
To learn that a pierced tongue catches food particles. And that a
200-watt speaker in the back seat of a Honda Accord can rupture an
eardrum. All great reasons to keep our sons at home and to learn a
little more about life before sending them off to a possible death.
Let us old guys track down those dirty, rotten cowards who
attacked our hearts on September 11. The last thing the enemy
would want to see right now is a couple of million old farts with
attitudes.
Sempers,
Roger