Pool Hall Barriers – An Ode to Military Humor
In the following story, racial barriers are mentioned because they are relevant to the story. These differences are not about skin color but about an awkward situation being resolved humorously. …
Purple Clunker Broken Nose – An Ode to Military Humor
A discussion came up one day as to whether Johnson was trying to get even with me for the accident thing by knocking my hat off. Let me set the…
Hat’s Off for the Flying Tank Show – An Ode to Military Humor
I previously shared with you a story about driving for the Fort Benning Post Confinement Facility. Well, it turns out that when it rains it pours. And you really have…
Microwave Fireworks – An Ode to Military Humor
Perhaps one of the greatest inventions of the modern era is the microwave oven. When they hit the scene in 1967, I seriously don’t remember ever actually seeing one. It…
Leap of Faith – An Ode to Military Humor
Summer at Fort Benning could get quite hot and humid to the point where it would be almost unbearable. Out in the Harmony Church area of Fort Benning where my…
Road March Beer Blast – An Ode to Military Humor
One morning at 3:30 or 4:00 AM, I was rudely awakened from a drunken stupor induced sleep by a gawd-awful racket at my barracks door. My roommate answered the door,…
Slow Rock Pitching – An Ode to Military Humor
One morning I was standing outside the barracks in the company area waiting for morning recall formation when one of the guys from another platoon came running by and purposely…
Ring Knocking – An Ode to Military Humor
I have affectionately talked. Raved? Raved seems like such a strong word. So no, not raved, rather, talked. Yeah, that’s it. I have talked about my commander at Fort Benning…
Waterslide Cops – An Ode to Military Humor
Providence Canyon State Park is touted as one of the seven wonders of Georgia, and it is also called the little “Grand Canyon” of Georgia. However, I know it from…
Purple Money Eater – An Ode to Military Humor
One morning, my baby-powder-toting roommate, Tony Di Anzo, asked me for a favor. “Yoh, Mastas,” he said in his NYC drawl. “I need your help.” “What’s up?” I responded. “Yoh,…