Grand Canyon Cowboy – An Ode to Military Humor
It was just after Thanksgiving, in 1982, and my wife, my daughter, and I had just packed up our van for an extended trip. We were moving from Arizona to…
Skeeters and Poison Ivy – An Ode to Military Humor
After I graduated from Officer Candidate School (OCS), I was reassigned to Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland to attend the Ordnance Officer Basic Course. While at the Ordnance Officer Basic Course,…
Fair Rambler Heist – An Ode to Military Humor
While I was stationed at Lowry Air Force Base in Denver, Colorado for the Precision Measurement Equipment course (calibration technician course), one thing became abundantly clear to me. I needed…
Hanging with the Band – An Ode to Military Humor
During the early months of my first assignment to Korea, I spent a lot of time rushing back to Yongsan in time to make it through the gate before curfew. …
Eyes Right Honor Violation – An Ode to Military Humor
When I attended Officer Candidate School (OCS), my fellow candidates and I developed several coping mechanisms to deal with the daily rigors and stress of training. The Teaching, Advising, and…
No Donuts at Camp Rushmore – An Ode to Military Humor
I was traveling with my wife and daughter in my red Chevy van. We were headed across the United States traveling from the West Coast to the East Coast. I…
Ricer Burning Rings – An Ode to Military Humor
It had been a long grueling day at Fort Benning, Georgia. I slept most of the day in my deuce and a half while the soldiers from the Central Confinement…
Bacardi Jalapeno Blasts – An Ode to Military Humor
There are a few times in a person’s military career when they are ecstatic beyond the ability for words to express how they feel when they are leaving a place. …
French Deja Vu – An Ode to Military Humor
I had been selected to command the 508th Maintenance Detachment at Fort Lewis, Washington. I took command on December 10, 1985. December 10, 1985 was an interesting date for several…
Door Guard Shovel – An Ode to Military Humor
One of the daily rituals of Officer Candidate School (OCS) was going to the mess hall. We would march to the mess hall and line up in front of the…