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2-1 bravo in a humvee
Apr. 8th, 2010 02:28 amI remember, once upon a time, I was watching Generation Kill and didn't have a clue in the world what they were even SAYING half the time. (I'm looking at you, Sixta.) And now, now I can quote every single episode just like when I was twelve and knew every word in The Lion King. Just watched "Get Some," with my honey and hot damn, I love this fucking shooow. And its just such a thing for me. Like. I don't even know.
I remember the first time I watched it, mouth hanging open at Ray's speech to poor little Frederick, of Chevy Chase, MD. And then pretty much everything else Ray said. Like Evan after Ray goes on his "debate team" tirade, just shaking my head and mouthing, "wow."
Man, every motherfucker in this camp is just waiting for packages of dip, Rip Fuel, porn mags, batteries, hash chunks, dirty-ass jerk-off letter from Suzy Rottencrotch, except for Brad Colbert over here, who actually thinks that his mail-order turret is gonna come in before we step off. But no, all we get is this happy-day fucking horseshit from Miss Cunt Lips' fourth grade class. Can you fucking believe this shit?
And, just. The look on Brad's face when he talks about the turret shield he ordered. Custom made. How Ray's stupid, "Don't you know its ten in the fucking morning? You're still in pajamas!" schpiel makes him laugh, of all things. How Ray knows exactly what he's looking for as soon as Brad starts digging around the humvee for the dip.
And then, how Ray sort of pouts when Brad tells him to shut up after the Pussy Infrastructure rant. That adorbs little scowl - but he listens. He does what Brad tells him too.
Singing Avril Lavigne.
The first time I watched it, I couldn't believe Nate was Brad's superior. He just looked - especially with that soft cap - like such a baby, you know? The very first scene, where Brad suggests the closest humvee hangs back to check on the downed Marines is just so adorable. Nate giving him this look of approval and Brad practically blushing, ducking his head. And it just keeps on truckin' from there, doesn't it?
I learned terms like AO, SOP, ROE, that nothing, Nothing, is more important than the grooming standard, that the Army comes prepared but Marines, Marine's make do, and that you should always spit out your tobacco before putting on your gas mask.
What can I say, its a spiritual experience.
I remember the first time I watched it, mouth hanging open at Ray's speech to poor little Frederick, of Chevy Chase, MD. And then pretty much everything else Ray said. Like Evan after Ray goes on his "debate team" tirade, just shaking my head and mouthing, "wow."
Man, every motherfucker in this camp is just waiting for packages of dip, Rip Fuel, porn mags, batteries, hash chunks, dirty-ass jerk-off letter from Suzy Rottencrotch, except for Brad Colbert over here, who actually thinks that his mail-order turret is gonna come in before we step off. But no, all we get is this happy-day fucking horseshit from Miss Cunt Lips' fourth grade class. Can you fucking believe this shit?
And, just. The look on Brad's face when he talks about the turret shield he ordered. Custom made. How Ray's stupid, "Don't you know its ten in the fucking morning? You're still in pajamas!" schpiel makes him laugh, of all things. How Ray knows exactly what he's looking for as soon as Brad starts digging around the humvee for the dip.
And then, how Ray sort of pouts when Brad tells him to shut up after the Pussy Infrastructure rant. That adorbs little scowl - but he listens. He does what Brad tells him too.
Singing Avril Lavigne.
The first time I watched it, I couldn't believe Nate was Brad's superior. He just looked - especially with that soft cap - like such a baby, you know? The very first scene, where Brad suggests the closest humvee hangs back to check on the downed Marines is just so adorable. Nate giving him this look of approval and Brad practically blushing, ducking his head. And it just keeps on truckin' from there, doesn't it?
I learned terms like AO, SOP, ROE, that nothing, Nothing, is more important than the grooming standard, that the Army comes prepared but Marines, Marine's make do, and that you should always spit out your tobacco before putting on your gas mask.
What can I say, its a spiritual experience.
