Terminal Lance #55 “Chucks Don’t Lie”
August 3, 2010
The term “Duty NCO” is usually taken extremely literally. For those of you that aren’t familiar with the term, the Duty NCO is usually the man in charge for the two-man, 24 hour barracks duty that day. However, duty rosters are usually made via a list on a computer, and NCO slots are often handed to (simply put) boots. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term “boot”, it is simply a designation given to those who are new or haven’t been on a deployment.
Unfortunately for the grunts, the comm guys attached to them tend to pick up Corporal much faster than those they are attached to. As a result, they end up often being the subject of scrutiny and ridicule; as the strip suggests: Chucks Don’t Lie. It’s easy to talk big and act like you’re in charge, but when the ribbons are so neatly laden on one’s breast, your mouth is only as big as those tiny pieces of fabric and metal.
In other news, I’ll be sending out the first shipment of Terminal Lance #22 prints today. There are still two prints left for sale! Don’t forget, 10% of the proceeds go to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project and there’s free FedEx Air shipping.
Check HERE for the listing.
Though I’m moving in a couple of weeks, I’ve been hard at work on some Terminal Lance special edition things that should be hitting the site hopefully before I depart for California. Expect something new to come around here some time soon… I’ll be trying out some new things with the site–so don’t be alarmed.
I almost forgot! This wasn’t in the Terminal Lance fan page, but a different Facebook page called “Silkies,” which is entirely dedicated to the classic, slightly homo-erotic loin-cloth they issue you in boot camp.
NOTE: The page cuts this image off on the right side. Right click and view image in a new tab to see the whole thing.
I love this photo. Why do I love it you ask. Because regulation thumpers and the other assholes of the Corps would shit a brick knowing that these 0341 Marines were out here not in their proper PPE laying waste to enemies in Afghanistan. Yet at the end of the day, they’re the ones who either destroyed the enemy or saved someone’s life with their immediate actions.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand about some Marines, it’s that they think regulation supersedes practicality. These people generally haven’t been in a situation where shit hits the fan, and you don’t have the time nor means to follow regulations. Practicality, in their mind, is whatever the Corps allows. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case in the real world, and that isn’t the case in combat.
The Marine Corps has been perverted and mutated in the minds of these particular people who believe Marine Corps Orders and regulations are the key to life. The Corps that needs to exist is one of real life practicality, adaptability, and common sense.
I salute you, 0341’s in your silkies. Not for your long, luscious legs–but for your ability to just say “Fuck it, this is more important right now.” This is what the Marine Corps should be about.
Unfortunately I don’t have caption info for these fine men, if anyone does feel free to send it to me and I’ll put it up. As well, make sure you check out “Silkies” on Facebook if you haven’t.