We used to burn MOGAS in our jeeps (military octane gasoline) and ate MREs in the field (meals-ready-to-eat). We pulled CQ (charge of quarters) and communicated by TACSAT (tactical satellite communications). We slept in a GP medium tent (general purpose), and warmed it with a PBS (pot bellied stove).
The gear we carried our ammo and first aid pouch on was called LBE (load bearing equipment). The vehicles and equipment we possessed were dictated by the TO&E (table of organization and equipment), and if the equipment or weapons needed updating or modifying it was done IAW (in accordance with) the MWO (modification work order).
We double-timed, triple-timed, and marked time. We lined up dress-right-dress, then went to parade rest. When we were ordered to assume the position, we dropped down to a front leaning rest position and started knocking out push ups till our drill sergeant got tired.
We fell out, and fell in. We did close quarter drills, grass drills, and drill and ceremony. We wore footgear and headgear, and had no fear when we drank our beer. We sent rounds down range and policed the brass when finished.
We bitched, moaned, and complained... and then got up and did it all over again. We were cocked, locked, and ready to rock. We sang cadence when we marched "...G.I. beans and G.I. gravy, gee I wished I joined the navy..."
But most of all, ...we served.
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