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BAD
IRVING

One of the fun things about being a Military Reservist, not
assigned to a unit, is that you can get fun telephone calls.
Hey,
how about this one? You get a phone call saying you are being
sent to Kosovo, and you've got two weeks to put your affairs
in order, at the end of which you are to be at the point of
embarkation on the other side of the country. In between now
and that time, you have to notify your civilian employer that
you are off to war, get practice in with your personal weapon,
re-familiarize yourself with the old gas mask, get your overseas
shots, close out your civilian life and leave those significant
others behind while you re-focus on what will be a whole new
world for you in the months ahead. Those others left behind
then get to have the joy of their benefits being lost from your
current employer, and the less effective so-called "military
benefits" for dependents kicking in.
This
was the situation I was in on May 5, when they called me.
A situation that now seems to me a lot like getting your family
ready for you to be dead in two weeks! Dead as in you suddenly
being totally out of their lives, and not available for any
type of assistance to them once you are gone. At least there
is a possibility to come back from this kind of being dead.
(Unless, of course, you get really dead while deployed.) However,
on May 5th, when they called, I was in a cast. Not of thousands,
just my leg in a cast. Ever the old war horse, that was not
enough to deter me; I was off to war. Well, I was also bed-ridden
with the cast. Never mind, duty calls; give me my crutches,
I am out of here! Well, on Sunday, May 8, the cast came off
a full week early! I had a damn war to get to, out of my way!
Hmm, I couldn't walk on Sunday, and my leg was purple. Turns
out, they said never mind for now, and I missed the war. Never
fear: I am healing up, and shall be available to be shot at,
more than soon enough!
The important thing you want to know is, "What the hell does
this have to do with boobs, or boobs getting bigger?" Duh,
hello, we are talking the Balkans here. Do you know a place
on the planet with bigger boobs than the people involved with
this Balkan Crisis, or a place where things are more blown
out of proportion? Oh, wrong boobs, sorry.
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Rather,
you want to know about breasts, and growing breasts at that.
So do I! That is a special challenge to our man in uniform.
More specifically, with today's modern military, how does
the man in uniform spot the big ones on the woman in uniform?
This is not an easy challenge. Have you seen the Battle Dress
Uniform (BDU)?
It
is a lovely ensemble that is basically loose fitting camouflaged
pants, and a very loose fitting, oversized, camouflaged shirt
that extends well past the belt line. People have hidden tanks
in these shirts; we are talking BIG! This leaves the man in
uniform guessing at the "armament" of the woman in uniform.
Ha! This is no simple military intelligence operation, this
is the real deal, this is what our fighting men REALLY need
to know! What kind of rack is under that shirt?!
Let's
figure out what kind of rack is under that shirt. Remember
when attacking, that an unsuccessful attack from one approach
doesn't meant to reinforce that approach, but rather to try
a new approach. The traditional method for gauging the secondary
sexual female characteristics on the chest cavity is via direct
observation from the front. This avenue of approach is rendered
ineffective by the BDU shirt. They stick all kinds of stuff
in the chest pockets of those shirts. The shirts fit like
a Barnum & Bailey Circus tent to begin with. You just can't
trust a bulge or the lack thereof as an indication of breast
size from the front of the target. If ya can't hit them effectively
in the front, hit them in the flank! Yes, the flank!
You may gauge the female soldier in BDU's by looking at her
from the side. On the flank aspect, extensions of the shirt
can be verified as a stuffed pocket versus an actual expansion
from the chest area. The flank attack will render the serviceman
with sufficient information to warrant additional reconnaissance.
You are saying to yourself, "Bad, recon? We don't recon! We
want to attack the target and get our hands on them!" All
in due time. The mark of a successful plan is simplicity,
carried out with audacity. However, failure to properly recon
the target can result in misidentification and the wrong target
attacked! Yeah, she bulges nicely from the side, but later
you find out you looked at her at the wrong time, or she had
her hand in her shirt when you looked. Ah, you misidentified
the target! Don't you worry, Ol' Bad won't allow you to be
without the needed information for a successful mission!
The next step in proper target identification is to have the
target illuminated without the benefit of camouflage. Well,
duh, but we are talking about a girl in BDU's. NO! We are
talking a target of military interest. What, are we going
to call off the mission or attack the wrong target because
you would not invest time in a proper recon? Now wake up,
and pay attention. We've got to get that BDU shirt off of
her. No, I don't need candy and flowers to do that, now sit
down and shut up. A physically fit army wins wars. There is
no surprise there, and there are no BDU shirts worn during
physical fitness training (PT)! Now you get it. You want to
just happen by, or better yet volunteer for some physical
fitness training that has previously identified target participating.
You do this and you will find out how the military treats
you right. It seems there is only one kind of T shirt female
soldiers have for physical fitness training, and it's called
too tight! Finally, a supply action worth thanking somebody
for! You find out where your target is taking PT and you will
be able to fully identify the targets. Hell, if the temperature
is right you might find hardened targets!
So, let's re-cap. Female soldiers in BDU's are difficult to
check out. However, by looking at them from the side you can
get an idea. Once you have an idea about her, just happen
to be in the area when she is doing PT, so you can find out
the truth about her. There you have it, a little more involved
than civilian life, but who said the army was easy?
And how was your week?
:-P
Bad
Irving
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