Carl Prine's take at Line of Departure.com
"Now that it slumps back into garrison mentality after more than a decade of war, an increasingly chubby Big Army is mulling reforms to its physical fitness training. “Big Army” might be apt because it’s more than 30 percent flabbier than it was before 9/11. So the new Sergeant Major of the Army, Raymond Chandler – no, that’s really his name – wants the service to go on a diet and get in shape. To make those points, however, he did what all career senior NCOs are prone to do if they’re not closely watched: He opened his vast lifer maw and stupid fell out. Read the hilarious rest here >>>
http://www.lineofdeparture.com/2012/...#ixzz1mgYARt00
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7. Others suggest that we “train the way we fight” and the APFT should reflect that. Fair enough. If you’re a mortar man your PT shall consist of sleeping in the shade of the gun all morning, scratching yourself inappropriately for an hour, and then bitching for the rest of the afternoon about napping too long and how itchy you get in the field. You’ll be tested not only on how well you play cards for hours on end but also the dexterity involved in smuggling iPhones, drink coolers, creepy German midget porn, hammocks, Doritos and other essential gear into the field. Laughing at 11Bs running around while you await a fire mission you know is never going to come is mandatory. Supply bubbas can max 300 by finding the best gear in the world and then lounging around the warehouse looking like a freakin’ SEAL. Bonus points for telling the grunt at the window that you don’t have anything for him so, yeah, he has to suck it up. Additional points if he can see the gear he wants on the pallet behind you. The angrier he gets the better your score. The possibilities are endless!