One thing I hate when people ask me "oh, you were in the Navy?"

Disgruntled Seabee

Well-Known Member
Benefactor
Life Member
Joined
Mar 30, 2019
Messages
3,964
Location
NC
Rating - 100%
61   0   0
then they ask "do you know so-and-so? he's in the Army." First of all we just covered that I was in the Navy and look at my hat it's covered in Navy stuff, and how the hell am I supposed to know some random person you just named off out of nowhere especially considering I've never met you before this second in time? There's a million people in the military, the likelihood of me seeing what's-his-nuts is very slim, use your damn brains!
 
I was Army but worked at Little Creek amphibious, NAS Oceana and FORSCOM headquarters with lots of Sailors.
Used to date a nurse at Portsmouth Naval hospital.
Maybe it's not as common for Navy folks to work with other branches?
 
I was Army but worked at Little Creek amphibious, NAS Oceana and FORSCOM headquarters with lots of Sailors.
Used to date a nurse at Portsmouth Naval hospital.
Maybe it's not as common for Navy folks to work with other branches?
It's not that, it's just random people on the street that you've never met before or will never see again just randomly ask if you know someone they know just for the sheer fact that you just so happened to be in the military.
 
  • Like
Reactions: SPM
Am I the only one that screws with those folks and says Hell yeah! I ran into him at this party one time at _________ and the last thing I remember was seeing the sharpie hit his face...
 
Am I the only one that screws with those folks and says Hell yeah! I ran into him at this party one time at _________ and the last thing I remember was seeing the sharpie hit his face...

No, you're not alone lol.
The people who ask these questions all seem to think that their friend is an angel, hero, etc...so, I bust out a story of douchebaggery or debauchery and destroy their perception lmao
 
People do this for all situations. Don't get it, but they do.

I'm from Kernersville......oh do you know Mr. Magoo, he lived in Kernersville for one year in the 1960's?
I went to NC State for engineering.....oh do you know Professor Libtard from the feminist archaeology literature department?
I drive a toyota......oh do you know my friend, they drive a toyota too?
 
Yeah, but as your branch or MOS/specialty gets smaller, you do tend to at least recognize names. When my dad was in the Marines, while he didn't know everyone, given another Marine's duty station and date and MOS they could come up with someone they mutually knew.

There are a billion corpsman; it's the biggest rating in the Navy. About 10% go FMF. A third of that goes infantry. Less than 1% of that goes into Recon/MARSOC/FAST, so that's a pretty small community.

What @Climberman said, I get it all the time for my undergrad time at ECU: "oh, my cousin went there, he studied business. Did you know him?" Well, uh, considering it was 1987-1991 and had 25,000 students....
 
People do this for all situations. Don't get it, but they do.

I'm from Kernersville......oh do you know Mr. Magoo, he lived in Kernersville for one year in the 1960's?
I went to NC State for engineering.....oh do you know Professor Libtard from the feminist archaeology literature department?
I drive a toyota......oh do you know my friend, they drive a toyota too?

^This. If you grew up in another state, it happens there too. Oh, you lived in Michigan? Do you know [insert name of someone from a different town and different school]?
 
I get the same thing but for being English. Apparently Americans who don't know the name of their neighbour across the street think everyone in a small country knows each other.
 
I get the same thing but for being English. Apparently Americans who don't know the name of their neighbour across the street think everyone in a small country knows each other.

But have you been to England? It's not that big of a country, so.....

By the way, do you know the Viscount Allen McSwaineryian? He's somewhere in Scotland....
 
But have you been to England? It's not that big of a country, so.....

By the way, do you know the Viscount Allen McSwaineryian? He's somewhere in Scotland....

I do! The blackguard owes me two guineas from wagering at the peasant fights.
 
It's not that, it's just random people on the street that you've never met before or will never see again just randomly ask if you know someone they know just for the sheer fact that you just so happened to be in the military.


I will random question the fk out of a Navy guy, and DON'T get me started on Great Brittan or England or whatever, they're like all related or something. They all talk the same way is all I know. Funny kinda like. That dude on that Andy Griffith show with the soda crackers.
MV5BZWRiNWY3YjctYzU4My00MmI4LTkwMTgtMzY4MTg0ZWE0YjQyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNzk2OTgxMzY@._V1_.jpg
 
I was at my SILs wedding last weekend and some chick was telling the bartender she was a Navy SEAL. [emoji23]

My wife told me to blow up her spot but I really don’t give a shit and just laugh at fools like that.

Now if she’d said the P8 is a better ASW platform than the P3....


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
I was at my SILs wedding last weekend and some chick was telling the bartender she was a Navy SEAL. [emoji23]

My wife told me to blow up her spot but I really don’t give a shit and just laugh at fools like that.

Now if she’d said the P8 is a better ASW platform than the P3....


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

A chick was telling the bartender she was a SEAL?? Now that's something you don't see every day....
 
I will random question the fk out of a Navy guy, and DON'T get me started on Great Brittan or England or whatever, they're like all related or something. They all talk the same way is all I know. Funny kinda like. That dude on that Andy Griffith show with the soda crackers.
MV5BZWRiNWY3YjctYzU4My00MmI4LTkwMTgtMzY4MTg0ZWE0YjQyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNzk2OTgxMzY@._V1_.jpg

Yet we have a new accent every 30 miles or so, one of the most diverse groups all speaking the same language per square mile lol

Also we don't have soda crackers, they are called water biscuits or table biscuits.
 
Yet we have a new accent every 30 miles or so, one of the most diverse groups all speaking the same language per square mile lol

Also we don't have soda crackers, they are called water biscuits or table biscuits.
I got a mean cockney accent. Actually every time I do ANY accent it devolves into cockney. Ain't that right govna.
 
Last edited:
I got a mean cockney accent. Actually every time I do ANY accent it devolves into cockney. Ain't that right govna.

Nothing personal, but every time an American tells me they do a great Cockney accent it sounds like Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppins with a gum abcess.
 
Do you know Kevin in the space force?
 
Had some lady call my office at Bragg one day, asking for a Joseph or some such. Joseph who, ma'am? Blah blah blah, isn't this Ft Bragg? He's stationed there. Lady, there are 65,000 swing dicks on this post & I'ma need a little more than a name to help steer you in the right direction. Wow.

I know I've probably told this story before, but back in '06 I got sent to RAF Chicksands to teach a short class at the Brit PSYOP school. The Regimental Sergeant Major is a wee, bonney little Scotsman. Pretty sure he had me pegged for deaf, stupid, or both, as I could only understand about half of what came out of his mouth. Next morning he has myself & a Canadian Sergeant join him for breakfast in the Sergeants Major's mess. His 2 Sergeant Major buddies sat with us, one Welsh & one from Northern Ireland. I swear, it was like the scene in that Austin Powers movie where he's blabbering 'British' gibberish at his father & concludes with "shat on a turtle!" I'm lookin' at these fools like WTF & the Canuck looks at me, chuckles & says "I dunno dude. I thought we all spoke the same language."
 
I wasn’t in the service, but I have another one y’all may get...because I’ve done it:

“Oh, you are in the Army? My dad was in the Army back in the 60’s!”


....well great...so we’re millions of other 18-25 year old able bodied men during that time period...you want a cookie?


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
Had some lady call my office at Bragg one day, asking for a Joseph or some such. Joseph who, ma'am? Blah blah blah, isn't this Ft Bragg? He's stationed there. Lady, there are 65,000 swing dicks on this post & I'ma need a little more than a name to help steer you in the right direction. Wow.

I know I've probably told this story before, but back in '06 I got sent to RAF Chicksands to teach a short class at the Brit PSYOP school. The Regimental Sergeant Major is a wee, bonney little Scotsman. Pretty sure he had me pegged for deaf, stupid, or both, as I could only understand about half of what came out of his mouth. Next morning he has myself & a Canadian Sergeant join him for breakfast in the Sergeants Major's mess. His 2 Sergeant Major buddies sat with us, one Welsh & one from Northern Ireland. I swear, it was like the scene in that Austin Powers movie where he's blabbering 'British' gibberish at his father & concludes with "shat on a turtle!" I'm lookin' at these fools like WTF & the Canuck looks at me, chuckles & says "I dunno dude. I thought we all spoke the same language."

One of my favorite scenes from Austin Powers.

I did an exchange with the Royal Marine Commandos, whenever we were sober it was hard enough, when we were drunk? Forget about it. Different languages.
 
Those jokers are certifiably batshit crazy.

When I flew into Heathrow, this cute little Scottish lass picked me up & I had her talked into a pubcrawl later that evening. Unbeknownst to me, Simon (Brit PSYOP Regt Cdr- good dude) decided that I & the American LTC that flew in from SHAPE would have Indian that evening with himself & a handful of his officer buddies.

Well shit. She can't come with, 'cos she was a Private & can't be gettin' fitshaced with a bunch of senior Os (& one crusty, out of place Yank NCO) & I can't think of a graceful way to bow out, so scratch the Scottish lovin'. So we're nommin' some righteous Indian food & while having a piss, the RMC Major asks if I'm having a good time. I'm like, 'oh yeah, the food's great & havin' a ball'. Tell him, no offense though, but that I had lined up an evening of alcohol fueled debauchery with a pretty, young Scottish Private, but had to bail 'cos of 'dinner with the guys'. We get back out to our table & the RMC Major starts rippin' Simon's ass. Simon, ye wanker! Yer interferin' with the man's trappin'! Have you no soul, man?

Good times & good people. I got to spend a LOT of time training with the Germans & a good bit with Brits, Belgians & Romanians. Some of their politicians are shitbags, but by & large their tactical level officers & NCOs were very squared away. Seems regardless of the uniform, warriors are warriors the world over & get up to all the same bullshit & shenanigans. Except Africa. Talk about a soup sandwich. Just wow.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Back
Top Bottom