airmandan wrote:I agree with you 100% herkemer. I hate buddy fuckers, and unfortunately we have a lot it them at this base.
So what kind of situations would you say warrant the Everyman for himself factor?
The only way I can think of answering that would be to tell you where I was when I was in,
I was on Fast Attack submarines in the Navy. If anything happened , I would be on the Boat, or I would go back to the Boat, (I was rarely more than a couple miles away from it) and go. I was in the yards a couple of times, in that event, I would follow the orders of my superior officers, barring that, I would have went back to New London or Sub Base Pearl, and got on a Boat headed out. At the time, 1980's, all of them, we were doing a hellashious amout of sea time, and if we weren't deployed, we were working up for it. I was rarely farther than walking distance from the boat. We were always in three section duty in port (24 hours on the boat every third day), and were working 8-18 hours a day when we didn't have duty. The only time I was far away from a working boat was when I was in the shipyards (8 mo's)in Kittery ME. Believe me, me an my bud's actually talked about this a couple three times, there was an officer there too, shooting the shit with us, (duty section, same dudes every three days), the consensus was, barring any coherent command, we would get our shit, and try to head south to New London, and get on a boat. This included married dudes. I was not married then, but I would have got my family on base, and then got on the boat.
End of the world/Extinction Event, hang with my buds from the boat. Only one left, get my shit and head for New London or Pearl.
It's a moot point anyway in my case, we were always at sea, I wasn't going anywhere.
101st, early 90's. Either on Fort Campbell or would have been in Korea (never went). Pretty much the same thing, get the wife and kids on base, follow orders. Hang with my buds from the squad. Overrun, last man left, try to make my way to an operational unit. An honest try.
I come from the "Get up, we're going right fucking now" Military. I'm sure it's the same way in most places today. I don't think I could live with myself if I thought I was a deserter. I don't think I could live with myself if I was the only one left from my unit, and every motherfucker in front of us and around us wasn't dead.
“If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because that's what He's getting”
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