By their definition I sometimes exceed the limit.......In one  glass.

When medical science can go 1 yr without being wrong about something they tell us we can or cannot put in our bodies....Then I'll listen to those quacks.

This.  I lived in the dorms from 1981-1990.  If these uptight fuckwads could have seen what a MX dorm could put away on a weekend...they would have lost their minds!  

All that being said...anyone see ths correlation:  No booze, no fucking, no letting your hair down 24/7....and then they wonder why people have issues?  At least in the USAF.

Back in the day I overheard the BnXo tell a 2Lt that he figured that any NCO that didn't go off on a toot of some sort every so often probably wasn't worth a shit.

Funny how times change.

I watched one of my 1SGs break a window in a day room that we cracked by roughhousing.  We just cracked it.  He caught it on an inspection on monday.  I think
he was tipped off to it, personally.  "Now Building dicksuckers have to come fix our window." he said.  

I think he liked that his men were acting like soldiers in the day room and not downtown.  That's just my theory.

 

By those standards, every fighter squadron is full of some serious alcoholics. ( 2-4 beers every day and 6-12 on every Friday night )

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Well, all I have to say is,,,,,,,,,,

"A Chief Petty Officer shall not drink.
But if he should drink, he shall not get drunk.
If he should get drunk, he shall not stagger.
If he should stagger, he shall not fall.
If he should fall, he should fall forward to cover his rate so people will think he’s an officer."

I love to drink, have since I was 16.  Joined the Army at 17 and went to Germany, land of great beer.  We worked really hard and played really hard.  My Sgt's drink with us and took care of their troops.  No one cared as long as every one was at work on time and performed their duty.
When I joined the Coast Guard it was work hard-play hard.  I'll never forget my first Chief telling the duty crew that had to work on New Year's Eve, "I know you guys are going to drink but you better stand your watches and man the radios.  If there is a SAR call you better be able to get underway."  
He trusted us to have a few but not too many and we didnt.
As time went by into the late 90's and early 2000's the culture changed.  Lots of liberal pussies showed up.  
I was on the planning committee for the annual Coast Guard birthday party and the Lt's didnt want us to buy any kegs to have at the party.  The Chief's mess told them if there werent going to be any kegs there probably wouldnt be any enlisted.
I always had an issue with people (mainly officers)trying to say what is acceptable as far as drinking goes.  I used to buy cases of beer and have my guys over 2-3 weekends each month to bbq and party at my house.  If they were drinking at my house I knew what they were doing.
I am so damn happy to be retired.  I wouldnt make it in today's PC military.  Hell, I barely made it to retirement as it was.
Chief

It was always my assumption that officers depended on NCOs to keep good order amongst the troops.
I would never drink with my troops, but you can be damn sure I talked lots of them down and cleaned up
after them.

*Ring*  My wife, bless her heart hands me the phone, because at 3 am or so on a saturday, it was only one
option.  

"SGT BOSS!  PVT X is out of control!"  (Compressed for space considerations)

"Alright.  I'll be right there."

The CQ wasn't going to keep my medics under control without calling the provost at times.

We had a bar ready room in my old squadron in NJ.  In my new office we've just got a fridge and a few cases in/around it.

I was in the Army but I answered "ONE" of those dumbass Post Deployment Surveys honestly... first and last time

IIRC Gen. Fred Kroesen initiated the first anonymous drug and alcohol survey in '79. He was pissed over amount drug abuse that occurred during Viet Nam.

Everyone I talked to admitted nothing on the survey. After the results came in new policies concerning OMVI popped up. If your spouse got an OMVI she was sent back to the states and you stood the real chance of being reduced in rank. If you got one, your career was over. Might have taken several months, but your ass was on the way out.

This was the deal in Germany, don't know about the States back then.

hehehe...borderline ?

The Air Force was fun until the libs and bible thumpers took over.  No we have a nanny state within our ranks.  This is how bad it's gotten since I've been in,

-I'm not trusted to stay out of the way of moving vehicles, therefore I have to wear a reflective belt to walk from my car to my building.  A grand total of 50 yards.  Then I draw my weapons and I don't need to wear my reflective belt anymore.

-I'm a grown man and I'm not trusted to load and unload a weapon without somebody standing over me.  If you can't handle a weapon without close supervision, YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN THE FUCKING MILITARY!!!!

-I was once briefed by a supervisor because I engaged in too many high risk activities such as hunting, shooting, four wheeling, ATV riding, flying, and horseback riding.  I was told I really should take it easy on my off duty time.  I asked my supervisor if they would take that into account the next time I did a traffic stop or when they deployed me again because those activities were high risk as well.

-We aren't allowed to play tackle football or dodgeball because someone could get hurt.  

-If you answer a question on your annual health assesment honestly such as, "Is your job stressful?"   You will find your ass in front of a headshrinker ASAP.  Lets see in one day I could have multiple incidents going on at once that I have to lead people through and bring them all to a sucessful conclusion, then get grilled by my leadership and face NJP if I fucked it up.  Or I could have rolled on a hot call like a DV or have to wade into a burglary or fight in the dorms.  Then the numbnut Doc sits dumbfounded while I explain that the job has certain stressors and hoping they don't fuck with my clearance or PRP.  Then the dumbshit replies with, "Gosh, I though all you guys did was work the gates.".

-If you're a smoker, get ready for a lecture on the evils of smoking when he's stitching up your hand you cut while chasing a rape suspect across base.  No shit Dick Tracy, I smoke to help deal with the bullshit I put up with on the job.

-Yes, Doctor I do drink.  I work hard and I play hard.  I like to drink.  I like a nice buzz after a day at work after seeing a wifes face turned to hamburger for getting in the way of the TV during the playoffs or helping work on a lady having a heart attack and dying in her kitchen.  Yeah five or six beers and a chaser was good after that.  

-Getting told by the Chief while filling up my third beer that I had enough was rich.  Seeing as that the unit was paying for the keg and I had a 200 yard walk home, fuck him.  I helped empty that keg out after the fuckstick left.

While I understand good order and discipline also the need for risk management, I also believe common sense can go a long way.  Most adults are quite capable of conducting themselves in an orderly manner without mishaps.  That said, the military needs to understand they place a huge amount of responsibility on it's people and cram tons of shit down their throats, just let them be people, cut people some slack and hold those accountable who screwvup, not the guys out there who are just knocking off some dust every now and then.

+1.  I thought it was only me seeing the bible thumper influence here.

Shit... I've been out on the road and was the lowest ranking member of the crew.  I was also the first one to call it a night after inadvertently smashing a wine glass at the restaurant in Spain.  I was also the only one not hung over the next morning... to include the Chief we had along with us.

It was one hell of a trip.  

I was in a Hornet squadron at Cecil in 88, I turned 21 at sea, and the night we got back was quarter beer night at CJ's and I got t-totally shitfaced, got into some kind of trouble with the gate guards coming back to the base, the skipper saw me in the passageway the next day I went to work, and pulled me in his office, I told him what happened and he laughed his ass off, I still had to go to alcohol counseling for 2 weeks, we went to class all day, and then had to muster at an AA meeting in town, which was right around the corner from San Juan Liquors, so we mustered there first and got a quick buzz on before the AA meetings. Then on "graduation" day, three of our chiefs had to come watch us get our "diplomas", and, you guessed it, they were about half ass drunk themselves. Good times.

Yes, you're right. All of the Strategic Air Command personnel I was with, Intel, Missile Ops, Missile Maintenance, Security Specialists, etc, were so undisciplined and irresponsible. What with all the warheads that went untracked and security failures in the 80s.

Wait wut?

Guess where the  0-0-1-3 program wuz invented? F.E. Warren AFB.

Dad was USAF for 23 years.  Retired Lt. Colonel.  Every day I remember him coming home and having a beer in his big frosty mug.  Dad is SO not an alcoholic.  I don't think I've ever seen him drunk.  Mom is pretty moderate, too, but I've seen her get tipsy on a few occasions.  

Yeah, when CHAMPUS died and base hospitals turned into clinics, then wellness centers (or is that the gym?) I became truly disgusted.

One night one of my troops was on the flightline and slipped on the ice, messing up his wrist badly when he tried to stop his fall. He called the number and spoke to the on-call "physician" via phone, who told him (after about 30 seconds of listening to his symptoms) that he needed to wait until Monday morning (it was a Friday evening) and he should come to sick call to get it looked at.

I called the "doctor" back and ripped his ass. He became quite indignant and demanded to know what my rank was and why I was talking to a superior officer in such a manner. I told him I was a Master Sergeant and he wasn't a superior officer, nor in my chain of command. I also asked him how in blue fuck he could make a diagnosis over the phone, he didn't have an answer. He sullenly told me to send my troop to the ER to get looked at. Turns out he'd ruptured a tendon in the fall. Got an apology letter from the young Major.

Oh, snap!

Don't got to answer nothin'! I is retired!

And I thought the Navy's "Right Spirit" program was fucking ghey

+1  
 

Ah yes! The UW team, Jackalopes, spent there money on travel expenses and beer. They had nowhere to sleep. We all took up a collection for them for food. They'd play all day, party all night, and go back to Hi-Corbett Field and sleep in the outfield in their uniforms. They'd get up in the morning and start the process all over again. By the end of thr tournament they were some stinky fuckers.

 
 

LMFAO

Yep, our Wing Commander, full bull Colonel. Told us, "You will work hard, you will play hard". We did both. No DUIs, no fuckups, no disciplinary problems. We took care of the mission and each other.

I answered that I drank one or two 5 times a week, and 6+ less than once a month.  The guy doing my interview was like "ah, the nightly... good for the ticker".

Yup.

Dang, you should see our airlift guys after a mission. The dumpsters are so full of broken glass after they go home they needed to bring a recycling truck out to deal with it.

I always told my troops that they'd better call me first, because if they didn't their ass was grass. They didn't make a habit of it or abuse it, but I took many a drunk Airman home, sobered them up, and tucked them in. I never had a troop have a DUI, domestic, or other crash landing.

I'm the old man on the crew now, sigh.  All I care is that I don't have to bang on your door in the morning.  If I drug my ass out of bed you can too.

I guess jeep trailers full of beer are completely out of the question.  Are the beer vending machines in the barracks gone as well ?

There's still one at the billeting on Wake Island.

If you told them you looked in the direction of an odules while shopping for groceries at the PX, you will be labeled at risk of alcoholism.

I modified it for the Marine version.

I can remember Goodfellow AFB selling their own private label (rotgut) handles at the Class VI.
 

...in Korea!

othingbeats a redline brig.

Tell 'em to stay the Hell away from Army Infantry :-)



As I say about my brother, he's a professional drinker, he's an Infantry officer :-)



As he tells it, they have a system in the pubs in the Czech Republic.  You go in and get a table, there's a tap.  They keep track of how much each table is drinking and display it up on big monitors that everyone can see.  They also track how much each bar is selling in the town, and each town in the region...



Now, you have a bunch of Army infantry guys (well, Stryker Cavalry, bastard that they are with a mix of Cav and Infantry) invited in because their Regiment was the one that liberated the town from the Nazi's.  They figure out that it's a COMPETITION.



They won for their bar and for the town, not sure about the region :-)



There's at least one picture of him after a race that members of his unit participated in, he's the one with the big beer stein in the picture, he says everybody else put theirs down before assembling for the group picture...  

Damn. Those "limits" are crazy. I had a platoon sgt. at Camp Greaves who would have 3 to 4 beers for lunch every weekday in his room. I think toward the end it was a six pack. He was all business in the field though.

My usual reply the the puritanical motherfuckers who feel the need to whine about my drinking, smoking, fucking, playing with myself at night, motorcycle riding, gun owning, wingsuit flying (not yet, but I'll do it if it'll get them to stroke out) is to mention, "well my Grandmother lived to 89 years old" Dumbass neb nose reply: WOW, and she did X and lived that long. Me: No she minded her own fucking business.

I too remember 3 beer lunches outlined in post SOP's and BN Commanders asking in formation where the best whore house was at their introduction speech.

Heh



 

How DARE you guys ever have some fun and blow off steam?
 

Yup.



We had a chief get put on limited duty for that very thing.



So much for confidentiality in the post-deployment screening.