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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: lazs2 on June 25, 2005, 09:42:31 AM
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Ok.. can't imagine what it would be like to grow up in todays world.
I grew up in a different time... not better... different. I suppose that there might be something to the libs idea that you can form people based on what you ban or allow them to say or do tho...
when I grew up there was a lot of construction work out there... Paid good... truckdriving and welding and running a mill paid good too and... you could do it "under the table" or for as long as you liked...
My crowd was fairly common.. we would work high paying construction jobs for a few months or welding or machine shop and then get unemployment and ride Harleys and party the rest of the year...
We drank on the job and every job had somebody selling drugs but I allways had my own anyway... allmost all my work was done on crank or coke and beer. Most of us had been arrested or had warrants but it took a real screw up to lose your drivers licence.
You screwed every woman in sight and never even thought about STD's...
You carried guns out in the open and shot where it seemed safe.
lazs
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Lazs - do a poll and ask who would like to live in your Utopia. :D
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Not about living in it... About growing up in it. Seems the kids today are scared of everything... rightly so... it's all either illegal with huge fines or loss of rights or, like sex... will kill em if they slip up..
We pissed away our youth doing what I described... they lose theirs behind a school desk hoping to get a desk job in a cubicle after they get out of school.
lazs
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sounds like fun!
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Yeah, the big difference in growing up now, to me, is that everything a kid does is a capital crime.
Some kid calls another kid a name in the schoolyard, wham... suspended for two weeks.
Caught with a beer at a party? Wham, off the football team for the entire season.
Part of life is making mistakes. Not all mistakes should receive the "nuclear option" as a response.
That's what has really made a big change, IMO.
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This nation is raising progressive generations of increasingly pampered panzies.. now, no more dodgeball. Musn't expose the lil ones to trauma or peer contact sports!!
Doom.. destruction... defeat will likely come at the hands of some french women with whips and hand creme.
Men's skin creme.. men's sweetheart.. men's hair color 'because your worth it too'.. cripes, whats next; men's vaginal itch and anti drip ointment?
And Viagra.. jeezus; what a hoot.. "If you can't get me 'in the mood' it's because yer ugly, saggy butt and hideous meat flaps just don't turn me on anymore... but if yah get me drunk and feed me some blue pills, well hey.."
I'd rather see my grandkids grow up in the america of my youth than the one Dr Spock created. Hope some patriot with a time machine goes back and beats the hell outta the guy every time he opens his yap. While he's back there, he oughta look up Senator Proxmire and punch his ticket a few times too.
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Originally posted by lazs2
We pissed away our youth doing what I described... they lose theirs behind a school desk hoping to get a desk job in a cubicle after they get out of school.
I spent about a year, working in a cubicle in CA (Walnut Creek). I can confirm that it sucks.
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Originally posted by beet1e
Lazs - do a poll and ask who would like to live in your Utopia. :D
I was there, and have many fond memories :)
culero
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Originally posted by beet1e
I spent about a year, working in a cubicle in CA (Walnut Creek). I can confirm that it sucks.
ditto
what kind of life is this **** supposed to be?
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Originally posted by beet1e
I spent about a year, working in a cubicle in CA (Walnut Creek). I can confirm that it sucks.
I spent the 70's living in Walnut Creek.. on Ygnacio Valley Road, big apartment complex called Stoneridge. There was a bar in town.. the Refectory. Good music, babes, bikes, booze.. a blast. Great Rib place in town.. Emil Villa's. Met my wife there.. she was working in a Deli called New York West. The Love's BBQ pit... I had a blast in Walnut Creek. I loved how the hills turned green in winter.. the BART; the massive mall out in Pleasant Hill.. fond memories of the place.
My wife used to beat the hell outta some fast-arsed brit fer giggles on friday nights.. wuz that you Beet1e?
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Originally posted by Hangtime
I spent the 70's living in Walnut Creek.. on Ygnacio Valley Road, big apartment complex called Stoneridge. There was a bar in town.. the Refectory. Good music, babes, bikes, booze.. a blast. Great Rib place in town.. Emil Villa's. Met my wife there.. she was working in a Deli called New York West. The Love's BBQ pit... I had a blast in Walnut Creek. I loved how the hills turned green in winter.. the BART; the massive mall out in Pleasant Hill.. fond memories of the place.
My wife used to beat the hell outta some fast-arsed brit fer giggles on friday nights.. wuz that you Beet1e?
Yeah, that wuz me. Did she tell you what we did afterwards? She was good at it. :eek:
My journey to work took me out of Concord, across Willow Pass Road and down Clayton, then across Ygnacio Valley Road to my office (Bechtel) in a road called Wiggle/Waggle/Widget - or something like that.
I seem to remember that deli - if it's the same one, we used to order lunch from there.
If you're still with the same woman, Hangtime, enjoy your evening - and don't do anything I haven't done! ;)
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Yep Lazs you are officialy old!
When you start thinking it was better back in your day you have made it to Old age !
Congratulations
:aok :lol;)
On a more serious note we are all lucky we could choose what to do with our youth. My Grandfathers generation spent it in uniform or down a pit fighting wars. Many of them didn't make it past youth did they! I count myself lucky that I didn't have to do that!
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Originally posted by beet1e
Yeah, that wuz me. Did she tell you what we did afterwards? She was good at it. :eek:
If you're still with the same woman, Hangtime, enjoy your evening - and don't do anything I haven't done! ;)
Yup.. and she's still good at it. And yup, I'm still 'with' her.. tho we divorced over 20 years ago, and THEN had/raised a kid together. Our relationship never came with 'owners papers' for either of us; probably why were still damn good friends after 30 years.
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Originally posted by culero
I was there, and have many fond memories :)
culero
Same here. Some of the best of the best in times.
We had one county cop that worked our section of the county. That`s all that was needed then . If something major went down , then they would call in help from another sector, but much wasn`t needed.
If someone called in on us about drinking or raising hell on a Saturday night in this small town, this cop would come up and tell us to take out of town and out of sight. Was a lot of times he would flag off our quarter mile bike drags on an FM road.
He had a scooter hisself and spoke the language.
Good times, great memories.
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skyprancer... I am old. I make no claims to be otherwise.
I was listening to jethro tulls "too old to rock and roll" song on XM the other day and it got me thinking is all...
There is/was and awkward time when you are too old to enjoy a lot of the things that you did but too young to go completely sedate.
I don't do drugs or drink or even smoke anymore... I still do dangerous things by some peoples standards I suppose but...
I allready had my fill of drugs and booze and all that goes with it... I have the memories tho and no regrets..
I did what I did then.... It was a roller coaster balst that was hard to describe....
Today I took my 3 year old grand daughter to the park and pushed her on the swing and played on the stupid little kid crap for a couple of hours....
Two completely different lives...Point is... I wouldn't want to have missed out on either life.
But.. It all made me who I am for better or worse. maybe that is why I think the way I do.... I think I have enjpyed both sides.
I am glad I am not a 50 year old man with a wife and a minvan and a booze problem I won't admit and a crap job and wearing dockers and thinking that treaveling means seeing old buildings..
I just wonder what the 20 somethings are experiancing today and how it will form how they think. Toad voices what I fear is happening and what I see... lives ruined... secret drug use..
lazs
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Heh... I remember a lot of that lazs, even in California. Not as good as my Dad because he used to be able to walk out his back yard, walk a half mile, and shoot quail or whatever for dinner, and that was in San Mateo CA overlooking SF bay, but nowadays even carrying a gun in a legit hunting area may get you frisked and your gun confiscated if the gun doesn't LOOK right or the BLM jerkwad wants to give you a hard time.
Or is suicidal... The last time I was hassled, it was a BLM guy who jumped a group of us about 10 miles from the nearest road. One fed creep hassling 5 heavily armed guys because we had a colt sporter and an olympic arms AR, a mini-14, and 2 10+ round .22s, plus at least one pistol per person including the concealed my Dad was packing. Despite identifying ourselves as a retired CHP officer, active duty USAF officer, Reserve Army soldier, and 2 regular dudes, this guy wanted to walk off with the sporter and AR. Everyone had ID, every CA resident had a current CA hunting license, we had no contraband, and weren't even carrying any game since we weren't really out there to kill anything, just target shooting. No alcohol within 20 miles of us either.
The funny thing is that if we actually WERE criminals so he would have had a legit beef with us, he never would have gotten out of there alive. As he started rounding up our weapons, we pulled out no fewer than 12 firearms and even after we covered the hood of his truck with a wide variety of guns, he still left 3 of us armed as he tried to dig up a reason to arrest us or confiscate something. I saw a shovel in his truck so they never even would have found his body, and we were within 2 hrs walking dist from Mexico in a remote and unmonitored area of the border. He just saw some guys and decided to throw his weight around. He detained us for an hour while he tried to get confirmation over the radio that he could steal our guns or find a reason to arrest someone. An hour later, he let us go and he left, feeling somewhat foolish. I hope on later reflection, he realized that he'd been a jerk and that he was damn lucky to even be alive. As we were near an old trail that goes straight across the border, any other 5 guys might have lost patience after a few min and shot the idiot before he even called in the rifle serial numbers.
I'm very proud of the fact that not a single one of us lost our temper, or even let on that we were irritated by the whole thing. After the first 3-4 minutes explaining who we were and why he was wasing our time, including quoting the state law that specifically stated that our firearms were legal, we just sat down and let him waste his time blabbing on the radio and trying to convince the dispatcher to come up with something he could get us for. He knew he was wrong after the first 3 minutes and we were as polite as our parents taught us to be, but he just wouldn't let it go for some reason.
But yea, we were born free. Not sure what happened since then but I don't feel all that free anymore.
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dunno... I can't help but think you are better of dead than never doing anything..
I will admit that my youth was spent in self destructive and allmost suicidal ways but... I got through it... Most of the guys I was around are dead tho.
I am also making no excuses... we cost everyone around us a lot of grief and expense.
I guess I am saying that I needed to do what I did to get where I am... Can't believe I am unique... What about kids that are like I was... What do they do these days?
Is the "good life" really good if you have no perspective?
How important is personal freedom? Is it everything..... Like I believe or... is it more of a "with rights come responsibilities" kind of thing like skyprancer and most of the brits here believe?
lazs
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When I was a kid, this was a free country. Yeah, I stole that.
I used to live in that Utopia, minus the drugs. I drank enough to make up the difference.
I wish my kids were growing up like that.
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Originally posted by lazs2
dunno... I can't help but think you are better of dead than never doing anything..
I guess I am saying that I needed to do what I did to get where I am... Can't believe I am unique... What about kids that are like I was... What do they do these days?
Is the "good life" really good if you have no perspective?
How important is personal freedom? Is it everything..... Like I believe or... is it more of a "with rights come responsibilities" kind of thing like skyprancer and most of the brits here believe?
lazs
Its something all of us wake up to at some point. You can whine and ***** and moan about how you missed opportunities, or you can realize that everything good you have today is a direct result of something you did already. Or didnt do. And that the only way to get more out of life is to experience more OF life. I dont fit in so well in my family because I'm the one that takes off and does stupid **** with his life. I've been married and divorced twice. On my 3rd now, and this ones pretty good. But I dont regret the others. Hell, I'm on good terms with almost every woman I ever had a relationship with, although some of em I wouldnt sit in the same room with if I could avoid it (saves on hair loss from me pullin it out lol). I like to hang out in cheap bars and throw darts, where most of my family doesnt drink (cept one brother). I guess you could say I'm selfish, which is why I'm lucky to have #3 because she's pretty understanding about who I am and how I act. Which is not to say I'm not generous too, but I learned to look out for myself a long time ago and old habits die hard. I like fast cars but I dont have the patience for glamour rods like those in the magazines. I could spend all day in a junk yard. Flying ultralights is still the biggest kick I've ever gotten, but I'm too dang fat for them now lol. Just cant seem to lose weight like I could when I was in my 20s and early 30s even. More scars and broken bones than I care to think about. Had fun gettin em though. :) Ah well.
As far as I'm concerned, Personal Freedom is EVERYTHING this country is about. You just have to remember that each and every one of us is entitled to his or her own freedom as well, and you make sure what you do doesnt step on your neighbor's toes. Long as you can say that, nothing else should matter.
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I echo with the rest here. I think the youth of this country are FUBAR'ed.
As a SERE instructor, my son gets to enjoy life like I did. It is about as close as you can get to what it used to be like for him.
eagl, you went through a mini-SERE training, did you get to hangout with those lunatics?
I told him when he went in, "you have one life to live, and every day you do not live it, is a day you will never live again." He took me literally I think. Damn, I am proud. hehe
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It's different than even 15 or so years ago when I was in grade school. If a kid did even half the stuff I did back then today he would end up in federal prison...
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Could you repeat that?
Speak directly into the microphone this time....
culero ;)
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yep... after the last divorce I seen an add for ultralight lessons...
I thought man I would really like to do that while I was looking up the phone #
On the minus side... being married wouldn't have stopped me either. I am not saying that you have to do something dangerous... just something you have allways wanted to do.
Dangerous just allways did it for me... still does somewhat.
I am a selfish, generous, thrill seeker who lacks impulse control. allways have been but... I enjoy simple things too.
When I got out of plaster after 2 years I got the biggest kick out of just.... walking... or taking a long hot shower.
Get a new heart valve.... just waking up seems kinda cool.
I think we need perspective to appreciate things... least I do.
lazs
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I remember where I was when President Kennady died, When Bobby Kennady and Martin Luther King died. The World was different place then. The World has changed alot....
I remember.
mac
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Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore but some day I sit and wish I was a kid again...
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I was born in a welfare state
Ruled by bureaucracy
Controlled by civil servants
And people dressed in grey
Got no privacy, got no liberty
Cos the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me.
This is the age of machinery,
A mechanical nightmare,
The wonderful world of technology,
Napalm, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare,
This is the twentieth century,
But too much aggravation
It's the age of insanity,
What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem.
Girl we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to be one.
My mama said she can't understand me
She can't see my motivation
Just give me some security,
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century.
I ain't got no inhibitions
I'm just disillusioned
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to be one.
You can keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William Shakespeare
You can keep all your smart modern painters
I'll take Rembrandt, Titian, Da Vinci and Gainsborough,
Girl we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here.
I don't wanna get myself shot down
By some trigger happy policeman,
I gotta keep a hold on my sanity
But I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here.
Don't wanna be a twentieth century man... (http://www.mikewaltz.net/stuff/09%20-%2020th%20Century%20Man.mp3)
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I grew up in rural northern Vermont.
Some of the fond memories I had before I was 18 were:
Going outside almost every single after school in weekend for an activity because we did not lunge in front of TV's then.
Going duck hunting before school, and keeping my shot gun in the principals office after I carried it into school fully exposed and broken open.
Shooting trap in the gravel pit near the down town (inside city limits)
Shooting targets with whatever gun I happened to have in the same pit.
Going to Sherbrooke in my boat to go drinking at 15
The weekend street hockey games
Improv baseball games at Gargener Park
Skating Rink and Hcokey druing the winter
Jumping off 60 foot cliffs into a 10 foot deep river
Going to the strip clubs in Sherbrooke at 16
Playing Hockey in high school and getting in fights during the game and not being suspended from school as a result.
Going fishing during the summer.
Working at my Dad's Construction Business every summer since I was 12
Getting too take two weeks off from school during deer hunting season
Climbing Camels Hump at 12
My first "real girlfriend" at 15
Parties at our camp on the lake that lasted days and consumed 10+ kegs of beer (all before I was 17)
My life was fun back then, it made me who I am now. I would not trade it for anything, and I definitely agree that kids nowadays are pansy arse babies.
We'll live to regret it when we are retired :(
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Originally posted by lazs2
I am glad I am not a 50 year old man with a wife and a minvan and a booze problem I won't admit and a crap job and wearing dockers and thinking that treaveling means seeing old buildings..
Do you know anyone that fits those criteria? BTW no wife here, no minivan, no crap job, currently no Dockers!
Stock up on .22 ammo. Could be a long day. :) We drank on the job and every job had somebody selling drugs but I allways had my own anyway... allmost all my work was done on crank or coke and beer. Most of us had been arrested or had warrants but it took a real screw up to lose your drivers licence.
You screwed every woman in sight and never even thought about STD's...
I lived in penury in my youth - thanks largely to our Labour Government and sky high taxation. In a way, my "youth" started in the US at age 24 when a certain company thought I could benefit them by being on their payroll. Well, they were right about that. But what's this about screwing every woman in sight? Well, I "knew" a few key ladies, one of whom arguably saved my life (got me to the hospital in time!). I had an excellent time in the US - not always happy, but always good.
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If Furball and Grun didn't post in this thread...I'd say it'd smell of naphtaline (sp?) :D
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Heh...
I just spent 20 minutes typing in a long answer to skuzzy's question about SERE training, and the UBB dumped it. I don't know if that's a function of the intardnet being crappy sometimes, or the new edit post timeout, but it sucked and you guys missed out on a great survival story because I'm not going to type it in again. Ah well.
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I have had that happen to me eagl. I have gotten to where I type long posts in Notepad/Wordpad and then copy into the BB just to be sure they actually get here.
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eagl FWIW I'd really like to see the SERE story, too.
culero
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come on eagl, we know you are dying to tell us. :)
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Heh, here's the short version.
A bunch of SERE instructors got to debating evasion techniques, and the subject of how best to hop a train came up. If you know the language, you just dress like a hobo and blend in, don't say much. Otherwise, how to do it best?
Two of them try it out, and hop a freight train, trying out various hiding places and taking notes on where the train slows down enough to get on or off, etc. In the middle of a very long mountain tunnel, they realize they're gonna pass out from carbon monoxide if they don't move fwd, so they do. As you'd expect though, one dude slips, falls under the train, and his leg gets whacked off at the knee.
After lying between the tracks as the train whooshed by overhead with hanging heavy pneumatic lines whacking him on the head and shoulders, he puts on a tournequet and rolls over to the access pathway. He crawls towards the exit about a mile away. Sleepy inspector drives inspection truck past once, doesn't stop. Second time by, SERE instructor fires .45 at him to get his attention, and this time he stops. Memo to self - if you don't tie your survival gear to yourself, you lose it the first time you fall. His .45 was tied to his belt.
Inspector gives him a ride to the tunnel exit. He waits for medics. The show up, strap him to stretcher, plug in IV, then waste 20 min trying to figure out how to get him down 15 ft tall rock/gravel mound that the tracks are on. He gets impatient, hops off stretcher, hops down 15 ft mound on one leg, and hops to the ambulance before the shocked paramedics can stop him. Or maybe they were fascinated and afraid that if they tried to stop him, they'd really hurt him worse than he already was.
I think they determined it was "in the line of duty" and medically retired him.
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Originally posted by Skuzzy
I have had that happen to me eagl. I have gotten to where I type long posts in Notepad/Wordpad and then copy into the BB just to be sure they actually get here.
Skuzzy sometimes I get the blank IE screen saying server not found after hitting "submit reply" but fortunatly more often then not I can hit the back button and my text is still there.
Usually the lack of server response is due to my shotty router but I can indeed sympothize with you and eagl
BTW good story Eagl.
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Yep, that is a SERE instructor allright.
One day my son was out training some pilots in the mountain. Simple exercise. The pilots were to be dropped from helicopter, then once on the ground, make thier way back to base camp without being captured.
Well, one of the pilots chute lines gets fouled and he cannot control his descent. He drifts into trees and get hung up about 45 feet in the air.
The guy loses it. He is screaming and tossing about like a lunatic. The SERE instructors are on the ground yelling at him, when they notice my son climbing up the tree.
As my son approaches the rattle pilot, he is telling him to settle down. The pilot gets worse. And he tries to reach out and grab at my son. Well, my son takes the butt of his knife and bops the pilot in the back of the head.
Stuns the pilot long enough for him to get a hold of him. Now the limbs of the tree start cracking. My son looks around, grabs a wad of chute lines, then cuts the pilot free as the limbs give way.
So they are hanging from the chute lines, no limbs to stand on and my son starts trying to swing back towards the tree trunk. In the meantime the pilot has come too and really loses it.
My son struggles to hang on to him, but with only one hand, he cannot control the paniced pilot.
The pilot hits a limb about 10 feet below my son and stops, but is still panicky. My sons cuts the chute lines, and as he falls past the pilot, he grabs him. The limbs give way, and they fall. another 10 or 15 feet. Now at this time, they are about 15 feet from the ground and the other SERE instructors are climbing up to help.
By the time my son gets to the ground, he has 4 broken ribs, 3 bones in his hand broken, and a busted collarbone, but the pilot is fine. My son walks over the pilot and gets in his face, "You are going home, *******!" and turns around and walks off.
Of course the pilot washed out.
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Heh. Not supposed to lose our cool, but lots of trainees are already 90% gone the second they realize they're in the woods. It's just too foreign to most people nowadays. I grew up doing low-budget "real" camping so I'm very confident and comfortable out in wilderness areas, but with newer restrictions on camping and outdoor activities it's harder to give kids the experiences I had growing up.
I had one student who just wouldn't play. He wouldn't build his shelter right, wouldn't pay attention to the lessons, couldn't build a fire, didn't listen to the navigation lessons, basically a lot of attitude. He had been an "upperclassman" for 3 whole weeks, and no other cadets were going to tell him what to do.
So we put him in a scenario where he was dumped on the backside of a hill and left there for an hour as if he'd just ejected into enemy territory. In that hour, he had to do his initial concealment, orient himself to his location, sort through his gear, prepare to depart with what he'd need to evade and survive, and come up with a navigation plan.
The kid melted. He didn't go loony or anything, but as the hour progressed he realized he had spent a week in training and still had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do. It scared the crap out of him. After the scenario debrief, for the last 2 days of the survival phase of training he was our most avid student. I honestly think that we may have changed his life around, or at least given him a couple skills and a change in attitude that could potentially save his life in any one of a gazillion scenarios, from an auto accident to a real combat situation.
That's cool.
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we / i used too hang out at the ole midnight drags slammin 1/2 racks w/ the tunes cranked ... 750+ hp Pontiac . the hood barely covering the 2 660's ... waiting up near the front for the next match race ... 100 + cars i'd hang and wait ... very few would wanna run or have the $$$, id finally say "the hell with it , lets make a pass " and go up to the line solo and do a snarly, drooly burn out then knock off a 10 sec pass ... just knowing they were all counting off the sec's ...
(Tapping off the brake lights late )
Running out the back door when the cops showed up .. ....
Orgasm ... ah those were the days
(Too frelling bad so many Friends Died back then)
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Man I feel at home here... SERE.
butterin Camp McCall, NC...Outside of Fort Fuggin Bragg...Hell I volunteered many times supporting SF Training, 3rd Phase, Partisan Link up just to have something to do...1976.
Ahhh the memories... just graduated from 82nd Recondo Course, had my watermelon in for Ranger Course...BIG BALLS!!! 18 years old and Bullet proof...
Thanks Guys, I needed to read this...Brings back alot. Still have my "Drive on Rag". LOL loosin gear? Idiot cords.
Good training...still live it and teach it...Heh my Son get's hurt and when I think he's gonna cry he'll look at me and say "Recon Pops, Nuthin but a Thing" and want to do the fist to fist thingy. 6 year old Lil Booger. Proud.
mac
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beet... I know way too many 50 year olds like I described. I wasn't even thinking about you when I brought it up...
I am not saying that what I did was right I am only speaking of the freedom and opportunity... high paying jobs for construction and such... Room for individuals to be... individuals... More of a mind your own business attitude and a "go ahead, it's your butt attitude"
I think it is great waht skuzzy and eagle are talking about but... not for everyone. I realized early that the military was a pretty good place for someone like me to avoid if I wanted to stay out of levenworth. Never was a team player and there is that "lack of impulse control thing".
I don't think letting the sensitve PC loafer wearers and women run things is workiong out for the best.
lazs
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except for the part of drawing unemployment that sounds about right for me as well. when we registered our oldest kid in the local grade school we were appalled by what was considered P.E. no baseball, football, soccer, basketball nothing!!! jumproping and tinikelling that's it. it took us about one year to decide to homeschool our kids. they usually got their assignments done in three hours, had lots of time to go fishing or get lost in the glades for a few hours and for competetive sports they all took up the martial arts. it has made all the difference.
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today could be like it was back then. I don't know what it was like back then but i hear good things. sounds alot funner then these days. The reason these days suck so much is because your drugs back then messed everyone up and now there is about 5 crazies per block. that and the government let everyone who wanted to come to america in. go look at the most wanted list from the fbi. only 2 american names. they need to crack down on crazies and illegal aliens. this country could be restored. right now it's on it's way to hell.
also it is fun looking at old buildings when traveling. depends on where ya go.
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we had boxing in our high school... some broken noses and loose teeth... a concussion or two. no big deal.
I like old buildings as much as the next guy.. when you are young tho... you need to see a little more of the country than that. Course.. when I was young I just went to Mexico and canada and a bunch of states... Old buildings were just old buildings for the most part.
There are even people that believe that competition in school is bad...
lazs
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Originally posted by lazs2
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I think it is great waht skuzzy and eagle are talking about but... not for everyone. I realized early that the military was a pretty good place for someone like me to avoid if I wanted to stay out of levenworth. Never was a team player and there is that "lack of impulse control thing".
lazs
Just for perspective...
I could have easily developed the same conclusion as you did when I was young. Well, I did to some extent, I turned down a military academy appointment offered by my congressman, because I didn't think I'd adapt well to that culture.
But I ended up enlisting, and during my tour I *did* go to Leavenworth. I got in a fight with a SP - he went to the hospital for 4 days, I went to the USDB for 5 months.
I have to say that was a vital and valuable part of me growing up. I was a rowdy, out-of-control problem looking for a place to happen at that age. My short stint in a military prison turned me around in several ways.
More than anything else, I learned how lucky I was. They put me to work there as a classroom instructor teaching GED prep classes. It astounded me that there were that many people in the world who hadn't been given the basics of education I had as a youth. The relationships I developed with the students in my class humbled me, as I began to realize just how privileged I had been up to that point in my life in terms of opportunity.
I came away from my experience there dried up from the wild cycle of drug/alcohol abuse I'd been living in, and ready to approach life with a much more responsible attitude.
I don't want to imagine how my life might have turned out otherwise - I have many friends locally who are dead or in ruination from becoming part of the smuggling culture that exists here, for instance.
I'm glad you didn't have to go that way to end up where you are now ;)
culero
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Youth is filled with decision/opportunity cusps.. as a youth they are often 'missed' as such.. as a youth; living the next day just like the one before is a cusp in itself.
As you age, the number of life changing opportunities diminish.. till few if any are viable.
Mine was the day i raised my hand and swore to obey the lawful orders of 'superiors'.. and the three years that followed 'wrote' indelibly in my brain what was 'right & wrong'.. during those years I most often wished I was someplace.. anyplace else, most often just to be doing what my old 'peer group' was doing.
Now, from the distant perspective of two generations I see many things diffrently, but the real 'life' altering changes in my life definitley occured back then... wouldn't trade those expericences, good and bad. I realize now they were crucial in making me who I am today. And I'm happy with who I am.. don't wish for more than I have, don't regeret what I didn't become; especially knowing now the price that would have been paid to be that person.
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Originally posted by lazs2
There are even people that believe that competition in school is bad...
Tell me about it, Lazs. They're running Britain right now, having been re-elected last month. :mad: They would like to dumb down the education system so that everyone gets treated the same - and it's BS. They want everyone to take a degree course. I'll end my rant there so as not to wander off topic.
Old buildings - Lazs, you have to remember that in CA, an "old building" is probably a tower block built c1972. A building is just a building unless there is historical significance attached to it, unless of course it was built in a time when architecural styles were very different.
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Originally posted by Hangtime
This nation is raising progressive generations of increasingly pampered panzies.. now, no more dodgeball. Musn't expose the lil ones to trauma or peer contact sports!!
Doom.. destruction... defeat will likely come at the hands of some french women with whips and hand creme.
Men's skin creme.. men's sweetheart.. men's hair color 'because your worth it too'.. cripes, whats next; men's vaginal itch and anti drip ointment?
And Viagra.. jeezus; what a hoot.. "If you can't get me 'in the mood' it's because yer ugly, saggy butt and hideous meat flaps just don't turn me on anymore... but if yah get me drunk and feed me some blue pills, well hey.."
I'd rather see my grandkids grow up in the america of my youth than the one Dr Spock created. Hope some patriot with a time machine goes back and beats the hell outta the guy every time he opens his yap. While he's back there, he oughta look up Senator Proxmire and punch his ticket a few times too.
This is scary. I agreed with every single word in that post
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beetle1
Your politics are a little outdated. Your chosen party couldn't organise a drinking party in a brewery right now but I admire your pluck in trying to stick with outmoded and outdated ideas.
I'm happy that at present this country has a whole heap fewer problems than many of our Euro cousins and though I don't think the current bunch are doing everything right I'd far rather have em than that self serving tory shower.
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Originally posted by Hangtime
I'd rather see my grandkids grow up in the america of my youth than the one Dr Spock created.
Dr. Spock or Spock of the Interprise? :)
Who`s more to blame?
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I dont think its so much what you do during your life thats the big difference. Its what you leave behind when you finish. Its what you pass on, how much of you survives in your children and your friends and your work. My Grandpa always told me "Everybody learns by doing things. Unfortunately we learn best by doing it wrong. So dont be afraid to screw up."
This advice from a man who slogged through the jungles of the Philippines during WWII and helped resuce the prisoners there that the Japanese held. From the man who taught me how to shoot a gun and how to find my way home if I got lost, and how to drive a car. Maybe thats the most important thing he ever taught me. Dont be afraid to screw up.
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Originally posted by Skydancer
beetle1
Your politics are a little outdated. Your chosen party couldn't organise a drinking party in a brewery right now but I admire your pluck in trying to stick with outmoded and outdated ideas.
Yeah. You're right. Massive bureaucracy, punitive taxes, a £19bn programme to introduce ID cards, and non-jobs like "walking advisors" or "five a day fruit specialists" are so cool and trendy... We've never had it so good!
:cool:(http://www.zen33071.zen.co.uk/jester.gif):cool:
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culero... I agree that sometimes we need to be "forced" into a situation to see it and understand it... In my case tho... I had allready got into a fight with MP's and a shrink at the damn induction center... I had just about decided that, since I had 9 broken vertebrae... I would just miss the last step off the buss at the boot camp and not get up no matter what they did to me. I would live on a military dissability the rest of my life if that was how they wanted to play it.
SOA is correct... we learn best by making mistakes... we also effect real change best by hitting bottoms in our lives it seems.
Just seems that there is an agenda out there to make everyones life.... bland.. less risks but less chance to find out who you are and what you are made of..
More chance to destroy your life by losing privliges... got drunk? lose your licence and and spend a fortune and go to classes... can't get to the classes? contempt of court... can't work anymore? lose your banking privliges... lose your right to own a firearm lose your right to screw even if you mess up and get airds or some other STD...
Don't envy kids growing up these days... they are living life as old people and women see fit or not at all...
lazs