Motivational Poster Thread (warning content)

I do some middle earth trekking and it fun but a skill set that I'm learning I move at my own pace when on the trekking track

 

Why I quit going to Florida for Christmas.

 

I always thought that Christmas in FL was a bit more - glitzy...


must be the palm trees

 

Christmas in Saigon.... BTW - screw Ho chi Mihn

 

"The Holiday Season" a great time to go sailing...

 

The Holiday season - many dream of snow covered trees, skiing and jingle bells. Screw that, I live in Alaska - the season I dream of is...^^^

That white stuff is sand. Snow is something you shovel....

 

why do I dream of sailboats on a sun-drenched ocean? You guess...

 

I love snow, it's tons of fun.
I made my living in snow , even made snow .
Really.

 

once seen cannot be unseen.... why you torching us on motivational thread... bad monkey no banana!

 

Seriously, you're turning gay men straight and straight women gay with that. It seriously effing up the ratio of straight men to straight women and not in my favor.

Stop it. Now.

 

With General James Mathis, USMC, Ret. With James in charge, it won't be the Depart of Defense.

It will, once again, become the Department of War.


He is a man with very strong beliefs. Not bad for a man who started out in the Corps as a Private....

 

Official callsign - CHAOS.

 

Folks who have service with General Mattis have this to say:

America knows Gen. James Mattis as a character, Mad Dog Mattis, the font of funny quotes and Chuck Norris-caliber memes. Those of us who served with him know that he is a caring, erudite, warfighting general. We also know that there is a reason he uses the call-sign Chaos: he is a lifelong student of his profession, a devotee of maneuver warfare and Sun Tzu, the sort of guy who wants to win without fighting—to cause chaos among those he would oppose.

To Marines, he is the finest of our tribal elders. The rest of the world, very soon, will know how truly gifted he is. Our friends and allies will be happy he is our new secretary of war; our enemies will soon wish he weren’t.

Major Gen. Mattis was commanding general of First Marine Division, in charge of the riflemen who were going to bear the brunt of President George W. Bush’s decision to go to war. He was small, wiry, and feisty, energy cooking off of him, the sort of guy who walks into a room of Alpha males and is instantly the leader. Mattis was a lifelong bachelor married to the Marine Corps, with a reputation as an ass-kicking, ferocious leader, an officer who took shit from no man and would do anything for his Marines.

Mattis had led First Battalion, Seventh Marines as part of Task Force Ripper during Desert Storm, and had cemented his reputation as a man on the way up. This reputation, well-earned even then, was solidified when he took Task Force 58, pulled together from two Marine Expeditionary Unit afloat, 400 miles over Pakistan and into Afghanistan late in 2001 to retaliate on behalf of us all against al-Qaeda’s attacks on September 11. He was a blunt, smart warfighter, just the sort of man our bulldog savior, Gen. Al Gray, had started pulling up the ladder behind him when he was commandant in the late 1980s.

And fianlly, that old saw about military Professionals--

Logistics was going to be an issue. It was a long way to Baghdad from there, and there were a hell of a lot of guys massing on the border. When Mattis took the boys into Afghanistan, it took 0.5 short tons (a “short ton” is 2,000 pounds even, versus a “ton,” which is closer to 2,200 pounds) per Marine deployed. They were expecting that it would be five times that effort—2.5 short tons per Marine—to get a guy to Baghdad. I remembered that Gen. Krulak, our commandant in the late 1990s, had made his reputation as a logistics wizard in Desert Storm.

Good officers study military history, great officers study logistics. Mattis was a great officer. His “Log Light” configuration for the division was meant to get people north fast, and not try to shoot our way through every little town on the way. As only he could do, he described it thus: “If you can’t eat it, shoot it, or wear it, don’t bring it.”


May the good Lord protect the perfumed Princes of the E ring when Mad Dog hits the deck....