And to remember what other people used to think about and see to know that all was right in the world.
Why am I hearing Eddie Cantor in the background?
Carmen is working between semesters of Medical School. She’s going to become one of the Premier Neurosurgeons in the world. She does not suffer fools on any stripe.
Yes. That fits it quite well.
You might have to check back after the Civil War, D
Oh, brave new world…
I remember being ass-deep in the snow up by the Czech border back in ’75.
The Squadron cooks (this was a Cav outfit) would set up a propane burner with a 5 gallon GI can on it, bring it to a rolling boil, then dump in a quart ladle of coffee that was probably half chicory right into the water, turn off the burner and throw another quart of cold water in it to settle the grounds.
It was black as pitch and corrosively strong– and probably the best coffee I ever tasted. I’d love to make that snowflake down a canteen cup of that stuff; just to watch him turn wrong-side out! 😉
Sniff….how I miss REAL home cooking.
The kind of coffee that is well-paired with cookies made from items found in an MRE and baked on a hot radiator.
Thanks for the memories.
Or an MRE cooked on an ECM Jammer transmitter antenna
This was BEFORE MRE’s 😉
Boxed C-rations; you pierced the entree with your P38, stuffed it and all the trash into the box, set the box on fire on the ground and, viola!
Tried that once. Drill Sergeant stomped the fire out and my ass flat. Never tried that again.
Beans and motherfuckers while walking in a driving rain…
My favorite was the Ham slices
you made little sandwiches with the crackers …
Too Tall, I’ve been all three places and more; Hohenfels, Wildflicken, Hof, just about everyplace from Fulda to Passau 😉
HHT 3/7 Cav, Jul ’74- Feb ’77 Garry Owen!
614th Maintenance (I think, memory is some fuzzy), service and support to the 2ACR, Nurnberg, Amberg, Bamberg, Binloch, 78-82.
31E Field Radio Repair to the (old) VRC 12 series (RT 524, RT 246, R442, etc) FM radios 30-76 MHz; AN/GRC-106 HF radio, 2-30 MHz.
Almost 20 years retired (this coming EOM February), and there are days when I still miss “the life”.
Meanwhile, at Ft. Gulick in the Canal Zone, I was drinking coffee served in the PX that looked like weak tea and had me buzzing off the ceiling before finishing the second cup. I have no idea where they got the stuff. I assume it was local.
Ah, our adventures during the Cold War!
Probably from a number 10 can, from 1948. Properly aged!
Between the post, and the comments, I must state this was perfectly spot on. Hipsters and snowflakes.
Shouldn’t the guy in the last panel be wearing a sock on his head?
A pink hat with cat ears is more like it.
How can you spot a smarmy SJW snowflake?
Neckbeard, clove cigarettes or vape tube, and getting all wee-wee’d up if their cappuccino isn’t “just so”.
Most likely occupation? College professor teaching Critical Dance Theory.
Of course, show them anybody or anything that they define as “Not Us”, and they were* out into full-on ‘KillKillKillWAAAHHH!!” mode.
(*Pronounced “weer”, as in “werewolf”.)
Hopefully, Carmen has Mace handy.
I love the Picasso look on the hipster. The modernist symbolism is somehow very fitting. 🙂
(Hope your thumb is getting better!)
Re: “Suck it p, Susie.”
My son’s Scout Troop has a Suck It Up, Buttercup Award, to be presented to a Scout who is too critical of the ambiance of places like Philmont or High Adventure Camp.
The winner receives a feminine hygiene product to stop the bleeding.
It was awarded one time, at Philmont in June 2001 and acquired such legendary status that no Scout since wants to be even considered for nomination.
Don’t know if they’d get away with such as that these days. I heard the scouts have gone so far left even Jigglypuff would have nothing to cry about. Entropy is a stone bitch when you’re in the middle of what’s turning to shit.
Worked at Philmont in 1965 and 1966.Great place. Still hate mules.
There is SO much wrong with this ‘toon, ‘twould take a doctoral thesis to parse it all. Good job, Dr Muir. You truly prove that a picture is worth a thousand words.
What the HELL is a “triple vente latte”?
*His* culture? Yes please.
We could use a lot more OTW’s like Damon. And even Jan. And hopefully Carmen and Javier, if the system doesn’t steal their souls.
Oh, and a few more like Colin Noir too. And Dr. Mychal Massie. And of course MLK.
There’s a lot to like and hope for in D’s culture, if the culture that purports to be his would leave them the fuck alone.
I remember a meal of “C”s I had out in the DMZ of Korea on an ambush patrol in 69. They had been packed when my Pop was in the Army in ’44.
When you run out of ammo, throw the cans. Kill or distract the enemy.
Same in Nam in 1970.
Want DBD delivered to your email daily? Sign up here!