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There’s some things you just don’t do. If you counted 99 crunches for your buddy during a PFT, you don’t tell Staff Sergeant he got 99 crunches–you tell him he got 100 of the best, most perfect, manliest and slightly sexually arousing crunches of your life. You don’t write 219 on the score card for rifle qual (table 1). You just don’t do these things, because doing so makes you a Blue Falcon.
My civilian readers might not know what a “Blue Falcon” is; it’s simply another word for “buddy fucker” in the Corps. This is the guy that doesn’t cover for you when Staff Sergeant asks where you are, he’s the guy that won’t trade your weekend duty when your girlfriend flies out, he’s the guy that heads back to base without you on Sunday.
Now, I’m not promoting dishonesty, but Marines look out for each other. Telling a fib for the benefit of your friend says much more about your character than absolute honesty, because morality is anything but black and white. Don’t let these little foxes falcons trample your grapes.
In other news, I did another podcast interview with Veteran Empire the other day, I’m not sure when they’re going to put it up but I’m sure this hurricane business has delayed it. Speaking of Hurricane Sandy: holy fuck. I’m a west coast guy, we don’t get hurricanes. I wish everyone out there the best of blessings, that’s some pretty horrendous stuff.
Don’t forget to set your clocks back this weekend for an extra hour of drinking on Saturday night.
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