An old joke, but what the heck, this is the Internet - it's new to someone!
Difference between Officers and NCOs
A young Marine officer was severely wounded in the head by a grenade, but the only visible permanent injury was to both of his ears, which were amputated. Since his hearing wasn't impaired he remained in the Marine Corps. Many years later he eventually rose to the rank of major general. He was, however, very sensitive about his appearance. One day the general was interviewing three Marines, prospects for his headquarters staff:
The first was an aviator captain, and it was a great interview. At the end of the interview the general asked him, 'Do you notice anything different about me?' The young officer answered, 'Why, yes, sir; I couldn't help but notice that you have no ears.' The general got very angry at his lack of tact and threw him out.
The second interview was with a logistics Lieutenant, and he was even better. The general then asked him the same question, 'Do you notice anything different about me?' He replied sheepishly, 'Well, sir; you have no ears.' The general threw him out, also.
The third interview was with a Marine Gunny sergeant, an infantryman and Staff NCO. He was articulate, looked extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the two officers combined. The general wanted this guy, and went ahead with the same question, 'Do you notice anything different about me?'
To his surprise the sergeant said, 'Yes, sir; you wear contact lenses.'
The general was very impressed and thought, what an incredibly observant NCO, and he didn't mention my ears. 'And how do you know that I wear contacts?' the General asked. 'Well, sir;' the gunny replied, 'it's pretty hard to wear glasses with no freaking ears, sir. "
Difference between Officers and NCOs
A young Marine officer was severely wounded in the head by a grenade, but the only visible permanent injury was to both of his ears, which were amputated. Since his hearing wasn't impaired he remained in the Marine Corps. Many years later he eventually rose to the rank of major general. He was, however, very sensitive about his appearance. One day the general was interviewing three Marines, prospects for his headquarters staff:
The first was an aviator captain, and it was a great interview. At the end of the interview the general asked him, 'Do you notice anything different about me?' The young officer answered, 'Why, yes, sir; I couldn't help but notice that you have no ears.' The general got very angry at his lack of tact and threw him out.
The second interview was with a logistics Lieutenant, and he was even better. The general then asked him the same question, 'Do you notice anything different about me?' He replied sheepishly, 'Well, sir; you have no ears.' The general threw him out, also.
The third interview was with a Marine Gunny sergeant, an infantryman and Staff NCO. He was articulate, looked extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the two officers combined. The general wanted this guy, and went ahead with the same question, 'Do you notice anything different about me?'
To his surprise the sergeant said, 'Yes, sir; you wear contact lenses.'
The general was very impressed and thought, what an incredibly observant NCO, and he didn't mention my ears. 'And how do you know that I wear contacts?' the General asked. 'Well, sir;' the gunny replied, 'it's pretty hard to wear glasses with no freaking ears, sir. "
Wellsir, one night in the O'Club, George -- I'll call him George because that was his name -- and I were imbibing and the subject of Higher Edjamacation arose:
"Bill, after about the first week I met you, I could tell you're an ROTC grad."
"Howzat, George?"
"Easy -- you're military bearing is just a bit off, even though your posture's great; you have a camaraderie with your NCOs, although it never goes over the line into fraternization; your salute's just a bit *too* perfect; and you leave staff meetings immediately to go inspect the kitchen in your chow hall and the weapons in your arms room instead of sitting with the other commanders discussing the training schedule. You're not a *bad* officer, it's just, well, you just act like a Reservist, ya know?"
"Gee, thanks for that, George. It's funny, but the very first time I met you, I could tell you were a West Pointer."
"Ah. Was it the extra-sharp crease in my fatigues or the mirror-finish on my boots?"
"Neither. I saw your ring while you were picking your nose."
And not Greenwald's.
Mike is *not* George...
Let's see.
Mike is not George - check.
The Chief is gross in a 3rd grade kinda way - check
Mike is more gross and proud of it - check.
JTG has an obsessive compulsive need to excel and does so handily in this forum.
*Princess Crabby closes her wheelbook and tucks it in the pocket of her favorite green silk wrapper.*
Thanks, that was great, but really I just came over to brag that I got thefirst pic from the Fishmugger's trip.