History of the Infantry

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    From the Gospel according to Saint Miles, Ground Pounder

    In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth and the Infantry.

    And God looked upon the Infantry, saw that it was good, and said unto them "Thou art my chosen children. Take thou dominion over the Earth; over the fish of the Sea, the birds of the Air, and all of the Key Terrain." And as a mark of His favor the Lord placed in the hands of the Infantry the sacred relics: the Apostolic Anti-Armor Weapon, the Catholic Claymore, and the Marian Machine Gun. Likewise gaveth the Lord unto the Infantry the Rucksack of Repentance, the Radio of Redemption, the Rifle of Rectitude. Lastly, unto the Infantry, and most divine of all, the Lord gaveth the Holy Hand Grenade.


    For the Infantry's sustenance the Lord declared "Four shall be thy food groups:

    Coffee, Tobacco, C-Rats, and Alcohol. Shun all other unclean food and drink."

    And the Infantry dwelt in the land therein.

    And time passed, and the Infantry cried out unto their God saying "Lord, help us, for we are weary."

    And God smiled upon the Infantry, for they were blessed. Then the Lord took the fattest and laziest of the Infantry and set them upon beasts of burden. And these He called Cavalry. And as the Cavalry became fatter, lazier and heavier still they were known as Armor, or DAT's for short. And the Lord looked down upon the Armor and saw that it was mediocre.

    The Lord then said "Oh, well. Thou canst not win them all. Let them lead in case of landmines." To the DAT's the Lord said "Quiche shall be thy food, and bottled water thy drink. Touch not the sacred chow of the Infantry."

    And the Infantry and the Armor dwelt in the land therein.

    And time passed and the Infantry cried out again unto their Lord saying "Lord help us, for we are weary."

    And God smiled again upon the Infantry, for they were his chosen.

    Then God took those of the Armor with butts like baseplates and breath like sulfur and tiny, tiny pee-pees and these He made Artillery. But God saw that the Artillery, too, was mediocre and said unto Himself "Oh well, garbage in; garbage out."

    Unto the Artillery He said "The big guns shall atone in part for thy diminutive other stature. Tryst thou not to hurt thyself."

    To the Infantry the Lord said "When the night is darkest these shall light the way...more or less. When the approach is most open these shall, occasionally - with luck, confound the enemy's sight. When thou callest for fire support these shall - eventually - provide it with high explosive, cluster munitions and, best of all, nukes." Though the Lord cautioned the Infantry to never, never, never trust Tacfire or any other electronic computer in the hands of the Artillery. And the Infantry, the Armor, and the Artillery dwelt in the land therein. Then the Artillery created the Air Defense Artillery; but quickly asked forgiveness.

    And time passed and the Infantry called out yet again unto their God, saying "Lord help us, for we are weary."

    Again the Lord looked with favor upon the Infantry. He took those of the Armor, Artillery and Air Defense Artillery who most liked to play in the mud and these he made Combat Engineers, and those who dwelt in darkness and spoke in riddles and these he made Military Intelligence, and those with thieving hearts and these He made Quartermasters, and of those who neither sowed nor reaped and were most fond of hammering square pegs into round holes He made Adjutants General. Of those who liked to tinker with good equipment until it broke He made the Ordnance Corps. Of those whose penchant was poison He made Cooks. Of those who ran around in circles He made the Transportation Corps. Of the least articulate He made Signalers. Of the mindlessly doctrinaire and arrogant He - reluctantly - created Military Police and Inspectors General (though the Lord admitted, to Himself, that He was probably only providing employment opportunities to Satan's minions). Of those who dealt in controlled substances He made the Medics and of those whose minds had been destroyed by the same made He the Chemical Corps. Yea, the Lord of All filled up the MTOE.


    And the Infantry, and the others, dwelt in the land therein.

    Time passed, but yet, again, the Infantry cried out unto their God, saying "Lord, help us, for we are weary.

    And the Heavens darkened, and the clouds gathered. The lightning's spake and the Infantry abased themselves before their God, for they were so afraid.


    And the Lord spoke with anger, asking "How canst thou yet be weary? Have I not made the Armor and the Artillery to support thee? Have I not made of the detritus of the earth Quartermasters and Adjutants and Signalers and Transporters and a host of others to assist thee? Verily, have I not even made Military Intelligence, although it were a contradiction in terms?"

    Humbly the Infantry abased themselves again before their God, crying "Lord, it is of these that we are weary."


    Amen, Amen

    :D
     
  2. Can somebody translate? The spurling seems to be all wrong - letters missed out all over the place. Have I migrated to Mil.com?
    Feckin' Septic Tanks. Give 'em a language and look what they do to it! :roll:
     
  3. HighfatPriestess, Your one sad fcuker.
     
  4. Guys,

    No offense, but ya'll jest don't understand good old fashioned American Humor!!!

    That's okay, though, we yanks have a hard time understanding ya'lls accents.

    :D :D :D :D

    HP
     
  5. ViroBono

    ViroBono LE Moderator

    There really is nothing like a good tautology, no matter how badly spelled.
     
  6. Viro,

    Very true! Hence, we have a saying here in the Good Ol' U.S.ofA. -

    Practice makes Perfect.


    :D

    HP
     
  7. ViroBono

    ViroBono LE Moderator

    ...and another!
     
  8. I'll be honest - that really was funny.
     
  9. The moral of the story:

    The Infantry are whiny, sniveling t**ts who'd complain if you hung them with a new rope. "It scratches to much!"
     
  10. ViroBono

    ViroBono LE Moderator

    Thanks, Bubblehead, for an accurate and concise summary. :lol:
     
  11. But at least you have remembered the Infantry's cardinal rule. Always with a capital 'I'. Thanks.
     
  12. can't understand our accent? it's our bloody language!
     
  13. Junior,

    Yeah, and y'all look alike too. Can't tell any of ya apart, neither.

    :D :D :D :D :D

    HP
    *running for cover behind Corporal......