D-Day wrote:
NSFW for language
I can't believe this butterball PX Warrior survived this encounter without a serious ass whipping..........The amount of disrespect here is astonishing
And apparently, dude was seen again, this time wearing the patch ensemble (including the Ranger tab) on his right shoulder and the flag upside down and was confronted again resulting in a vet being arrested.. So a bit of clarity, here. First, wearing that flag patch upside down is tantamount to burning it when worn on a uniform. Second unit patches are represented following way (at least when I was in)...I can't imagine it has changed. Current unit and any award tabs (Ranger , Special Forces) worn on the left shoulder. Last unit served in combat on the right, so wearing anything on the right shoulder is also the highest amount of disrespect. These are big fucking deals to anyone who served. The uniform is a big fucking deal.....
I had a situation similar to this in college. Good friend of mine was an E-4 MP in the Reserves and I was an E-5 in the Reserves. We're in Dooley's in East Lansing and MP sees a couple Guardsmen in fatigues and wearing their headgear inside.....Uniform 101 no-no on two levels a.) You're really not supposed to be in the bar in fatigues on a Friday night b.) If you're inside, the hat comes off unless you're under arms. So MP goes down there to tell them to get in uniform or get out and they proceed to tell him to fuck off. Because I still held NCO rank and had my ID card (which is supposed to be in your possession 24-7-365), MP comes back and gets me and I go to the table and plop down the ID card. I ask dudes if they're illegally in possession of a weapon in an establishment that serves alcohol and they tells me no, so I go into the low SGT voice and tell them that need not be disrespecting myself and MP by showing up out of uniform and to un-fucking-cover. Then I notice one of them has a set of (pin on) jump wings (another no-no -- once a paratrooper always a paratrooper so you get those puppies sewn on first chance you get...like before you leave Fort Benning) so I ask what his five points of contact are. When he looks at me funny, I tell him he's no paratroop (it's been thirty years since I went to jump school and I can still you what these five points are), and now you just need to straight up get the fuck out before I get angry, start checking IDs, and figure out how to contact your CO....and they left
I can't believe this Ranger didn't rip that fucker to shreds
Kind of related...
My little guy, the Marine reservist, is sort of an airhead when it comes to details. Things like taxes, and library books. I'm sure that in time he will figure things out, but for now he's not even old enough to drink and still wet behind the ears. So last fall he is fresh home from boot camp and coming up on his first weekend drill. In the course of prepping he's decked out in his camo uni and there are no patches on it. No flag, no unit designation, nothing except maybe his name. I have visions of him getting his ass beat at his very first drill for not being squared away, so I start arguing with him that there must be SOMETHING that's to be sewn on. My wife is worrying all over again and one of the younger guys runs to get me the sewing basket (through some quirk this is my job in the house). But the kid is insistent: “no, I don’t need anything.” I’m like “even when I was in the Webelos we had shit all over our uniforms,” to which he replied “it’s the Army that wears unit patches.”
So there you go. No patches for the Marines.
