royal marines hate pongo's

[harrymac]

sitting here at home now. deploying to camp commando in 6 hrs can't sleep have just been to the royal marine site like this one. saw this and it made me laugh. hope you enjoy
cannot wait to get out there and start working. u would think at my age after all the deployments i have done it would be boring. but still enjoy my job

Picture the scene
Matt Stevenson
A young Nod at Lympstone running from the armoury back to the grots after running some errand for the troop sergeant. In his haste he runs past a young 2nd Lt. from some infantry regiment or other without noticing him. Outraged the officer stops the Nod and says, "Don't you salute army officers in the Royal Marines?" To which the Nod replies, "We don't have army officers in the Royal Marines Sir."
And runs off.

nod is a recruit not passed commando training
harry

[harrymac]

found another one that u may like sums up marines the world over

A Royal Marines Epitaph


O'Lord, I've not been too careful, In the things I've said and done, I've boasted too much of my nights on the spree, And the games of Pontoon I've won.

But I've always done my duty, No matter where it may be, Ashore with the Gallant Commando's, Or out with the Fleet at Sea.

So when Gabriel blows his last trumpet, And the reaper, his harvest doth glean, Remember, if I've been a sinner. At least God I've been a Marine.

SF

harry

[thedrifter]

Good One......LOL.......You will be in our Hearts and thoughts while you are away.........Our prayers go with you..........I know that you will do us all PROUD. As Marines we are prepared to carry the TORCH OF FREEDOM, NO MATTER THE COST.

I raise a pint in your HONOR. God Bless and God Speed, looking forward to your return.

Sempers,

Roger

[MillRatUSMC]

Harry and all your mates,
we wish all of you, God Speed
and take care
where ever that deployment takes you.
Know the feeling,
about not being able to get any sleep.

Semper Fidelis
Ricardo

[harrymac]

some more marine poems.

Royal Marines


Footsteps, blood red from glories of the past.
Fleeting moments, memories, cannot last.
Hail the heros swathed in gold,
Laurel bedecked men of steel, with manner bold.
Blood red footsteps ever onward plod,
Ever forwards over sunscorched sod.
Through hail and sleet, snow and rain,
Never falter, advancing strain,
Irrespective of terrain.
Through frozen, sunstroked, retching ill,
They are tere to fight and fight they will,
They'll battle with courage, and consummate skill,
For defeat is a far too bitter pill.
They wear a Green beret, they wear it with pride,
They laugh at adversity and brush it aside.
Yet they are but human, they feel fear, they feel pain,
But when they are in action they never complain.
They reach their objective, capture or kill,
What they do they do with a will.
They are men of distinction, the cream of the crop,
They surmount every obstacle, they never do stop.
For they are the finest the worlds ever seen,
The ultimate professional fighting machine.
They are the first and they are the foremost.
They lay their lives on the line for country and Queen,
But they think nothing of it.
They are the Royal Marines.

[harrymac]

thanks guy's have been told that i will be co-located with 1st rad bn usmc. so will be in good company. excuse me for posting these verses's thought u guys would enjoy and give me last chance to talk to freely before start work

HRH, Prince Charles, Prince of Wales 1985


During exercises I was always intrigued to discover that large numbers of Marines used to queue up outside my helicopter, presumably hoping to be transported in my aircraft. I used fondly to imagine that they had instinctively recognised my talents as a pilot, until it was eventually revealed to me that the reason for my apparent popularity was that they thought my helicopter was better maintained than everyone else's! The Bootneck is a crafty character!

harry

[harrymac]

these are have royal marine in them but having worked with the usmc u could put that in instead

What Is a Bootneck !?

Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of manhood, we find a fascinating species of humans called “BOOTNECKS”.

They come in all shapes and sizes. In trucks. In boats. In various barracks. In love and always in debt.

Girls love them. Towns tolerate them and the Government supports them - Just.

A “BOOTNECK” is sharp with a pack of cards. Deadly with a set of darts and protector of the earth on half a dozen pints. He has the speed of a striking slug - the slyness of a fox - the brains of a rocking horse and the stories of a sea captain. He has the sincerity of a born liar and the aspirations of Casanova.

Some of his interests are girls, woman, females, dames, birds, the opposite sex and spending other peoples money.!!!

His dislikes are answering letters, wearing uniform, provost Sergeants, BFT, the RSM and reveille.

No one else could cram into one pocket - a crumpled ID card, a packet of crushed cigarettes, a picture of his (or an oppo’s) girlfriend(s), a comb, a bottle opener, an old leave pass and what’s left of last months pay.

He likes spending money on beer, sometimes on girls, some on horses, some on football pools and the rest... foolishly.

A “BOOTNECK” is a magical creature. You can scratch him off your nominal roll - but never off your mind.

He is your one and only hairy arsed, good for nothing bundle of worries. But all your shattered dreams come whole again, when he comes staggering home - looks at you with those big bloodshot eyes and simply says..“Hello love Gis a go of your body”

By a WREN?

[harrymac]

ok this is the last one that i will send

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE MARINE POEM EVER. IT SUMS UP MARINES THE WORLD OVER THE BEST DRESSED AND LOOKING BLOKES ANY WHERE

In The Beginning.

In the beginning was a word, the word was God. In the beginning was God, and all else was darkness, and void, and without form. So God created the heavens and the earth. He created the sun, and the moon, and the stars, so that the light might pierce the darkness. And the earth God divided between the lands and the sea, and these he filled with many assorted creatures..

And the dark, salty, slimy creatures that inhabited the murky depths of the oceans, God called sailors, and he dressed them accordingly.

And the flighty creatures of the air he called airmen. And these he clothed in uniforms which where ruffled and fowl.

The lower creatures of the land, God called soldiers. And with a twinkle in his eye, and a sense of humour God gave them trousers too short, and jackets to large, and pockets to warm their hands. And to adorn their uniforms, God gave them cords, and he gave them ribbons... and patches... and stars... and bells. He gave them emblems... and crests... and all sorts of shiny things that glittered... and devices that dangled... When your God you tend to get carried away.

And on the 7th day, as you know, God rested. And on the 8th day at 0730 hrs God looked down upon the earth and was not happy.. God was not happy.

So he thought about his labours, and in infinite wisdom, God created a divine creature and this he called Royal Marine. And these Royal Marines whom God created in his own image, were to be of the air, and the land, and the sea. And these he gave many wonderful uniforms.

He gave them practical fighting uniforms, so that they could wage war against the forces of Satan and evil.

He gave them service uniforms for their daily work and training, that they might be sharp and ready..

And he gave them evening and dress uniforms. Sharp, stylish, handsome things, so they might profile with the ladies on a Saturday night, and impress the hell out of everybody.

And on the, 8th day God looked down upon the earth, and saw that it was good.

But was God happy?. No God was still not happy, because in the course of his labours, he had forgotten one thing.. He did not have a Royal Marine uniform. But he thought about it, and he thought about it, and finally satisfied himself in the knowing, that, well not everybody can be a Royal Marine..


COMMENTS PLEASE

SF

HARRY

[harrymac]

SORRY LIED FOUND THIS ON THE ROYAL MARINE COMMANDO SITE

FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE POSTED........

Noticeboard US Command Post, Khe San, Vietnam Feb 1968
Submitted by Submitted by Derek Pulford JE18, 1963-1986 Transferred AAC Retd 1999

"For those who fight for it life has a flavour the sheltered never know."


SF

HARRY

[harrymac]

Basic Training Quote

THE BERET OF THE ROYAL MARINE COMMANDO, He who wear's it does so with pride. He who doesn't has no f@*king concept of how hard it is to attain!

Comfort is an illusion. A false security bred from familiar things and familiar ways. It narrows the mind, weakens the body and robs the soul of spirit and determination

[harrymac]

MURPHY'S LAWS OF COMBAT
Tim Grenville-Cleave

You are not supermen. (Freshly graduated Para recruits and all fighter pilots, especially take note.)
Suppressive fire - won't
If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.
Don't look conspicuous - it draws fire.
When in doubt, empty the magazine.
Never share a trench with anyone braver than you.
Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.
If your attack is going really well, it's an ambush.
No plan survives the first contact intact.
All five second grenade fuses will bum down in three seconds.
Try to look unimportant, because the enemy may be low on ammunition.
If you are forward of your position, the artillery will fall short.
When you have secured an area, don't forget to tell the enemy.
Incoming fire has the right-of-way.
The enemy diversion you are ignoring is the main attack.
The important things are always simple.
The simple things are always hard.
The easy way is always mined.
If you are short of everything except enemy, you are in combat.
No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection.
No inspection-ready unit has ever passed combat.
If the enemy is in range, SO ARE YOU!
Friendly fire - isn't.
Things that must be together to work usually can't be transported together.
Radios will fail as soon as you need fire support.
Anything you do can get you shot - including doing nothing.
Make it too tough for the enemy to get in, and you can't get out.
Tracer works BOTH ways.
The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.
If you take more than your fair share of objectives, you will have more than your fair share to take.
When both sides are convinced they are about to lose, they are both right.
Professional servicemen are predictable, but the world is full of amateurs.

[USMC0311]

Get Sum Marine

You are Motivated "Big Time" Harry. Kick-ass Brother. Yer with the Best, FvCK the rest.

[harrymac]

HOO RAAH USMC0311

[wrbones]

Do us proud, Harry!

We know you will bro!

Keep yer pot handy and yer blade sharp!

[USMC0311]

Originally posted by harrymac
HOO RAAH USMC0311

"Rock On" you Bad MoFo