For those that have served in the Army or some other hooah service....

Creed of the Specialist



No one gets away with more than I. I am a non Non-commissioned Officer, a beast of burden. As a junior enlisted soldier, I realize that I am a member of an under appreciated, much chastised group of soldiers which is know as the ribcage. Or perhaps pancreas of the Army.



I am proud of myself and my fellow Specialists and will continue to bitch, whine and sham until the absolute last second regardless of the mission at hand. I will use my grade and position to avoid responsibility, accountability and any sense of presence of mind.



Ignorance is my watchword. My two best excuses will always be on the tip of my tongue “I didn’t know” and “It wasn’t me”. I will strive to remain invisible and unavailable for details. Never ever volunteer for anything is my rallying cry.



I am aware of my role as a SPC and if you need me for anything, I’ll be on appointment. I know the other soldiers and I will always refer to them by their first name or in some cases a derogatory nickname. On weekends, or days off I will consistently drink myself into oblivion and I will never answer my phone. I understand that for a person in my hierarchal position, rewards are going to be few and far between and punishment will always be swift and severe.



Officers of my unit will have maximum time to accomplish their duties because I will be accomplishing them for them. I will kiss up to their face and badmouth them behind their back. Just like everyone else, I will be loyal to those with whom I serve, provided there’* something in it for me.



I am the last bastion of common sense that stands as a wall between me and the Army philosophy of “Work harder, not smarter”. My voice is a tool and my complaints are a weapon that I wield with unmatched skill and finesse. I will not forget, nor will I allow my comrades to forget. Specialist is the greatest rank in the Army. And rank has it’* privileges.

I like it!!

Going to have to modify it and send it to my son....

Differences


Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.
He stays up for days on end

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.

You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.

You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.

You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.

You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He does not get to eat today.

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean everyday.

You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.

You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He is told he will be held an extra 2 months.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love'* perfume.

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and remembers why he is fighting.

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him.
He hears the gun fire and bombs.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees bodies lying around him. Some are his own buddies.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does what he is told.

You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat.

You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire.

You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him.

Kinda thought you would! What is mos95b anyway? I was 15B: turbine surgeon.

Miltary Police

MP huh? Cool. Would you believe I spent 6 years at Fort Drum (98-04) and never got pulled over by an MP. My wife did twice. Yet, she still got out of the ticket.