Freedman
Choppers For Karate Nggas
I never tried joining we just had to take the ASVAB in highschool
If i joined the military...how hard would it be to join the special forces?
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hoodheronova
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The SF Cac who was in charge where I was stationed in Afganistan was a grade A a$$hole. I was at a small FOB called Pul-y-Am and we wee basically support for them, though SF isn't directly in charge of us, our unit wasn't directly in charge of THEM either and they tried to tell us what to do and fukked us over with all sorts of fukkery...
For instance, me and my homie Calhoun were the two cooks assigned to the FOB. This was my first deployment to Afghanistan and Calhoun's second, so even though we were both Specialists (Rank E4) I sort of deferred to him for our first couple weeks because he was more experienced in this situation.
Only issue is my homie Calhoun, God Bless him, is crazy lol
Me and Calhoun
Dude has NO filter, so his tolerance for bullshyt is like zero, and unfortunately in Afghanistan, you will deal with ALOT of bullshyt, as I learned...
So first day we meet these crazy SF guys, we meet our "workers", who are local nationals. The SF Cac and his c00n underling (who we dubbed "Calvin Candie and Django") they come up to us. Basically talking about how bad ass they were and how we shouldn't treat the local nationals as "Real People". This Cac had a Slave master vibe to him. He treated the local nationals who worked for us like shyt. Threatening to fire them, not pay them, and all types of verbal abuse. Besides that there was a third cook, who was attached DIRECTLY to them, who they used to abuse and treat badly. This dude was a brotha, a big dude maybe my height (6 "2") but easily with more girth. He was younger, around 19. One of those thoes whose quiet, likes to draw, not confrontational. Now don't get me wrong this dude wasn't a bytch or c00n, but his rank was only E2 (Private second class) So when them SF boys made him get up at 2 in the morning and cook for them (when they were supposed to be eating MRE's) or smoked him (forcing to him perform PT in the hot ass sun) there wasn't much he could do, he was alone.
At least me and Calhoun had each other, again though Calhoun had a short fuse, and we BOTH couldn't stand that Cac, but everything came to a head when on Easter, we were preparing a BIG meal because all the big wigs were coming to the FOB that day (Command Sgt, First Sgt, etc) we had HORRIBLE cooking equipment but we were trying to make it work. We had turkeys, lobster, steaks, etc and we started cooking at about 5am
Well it's around 10am and we got a truck full of food that the SF's didn't want to load for us, even though they KNEW we were sweating our asses off trying to make this meal. Calhoun decided to take a stand and he was my boy so I stood with him. Only issue was he told that Cac he wasn't doing a Goddamn THING more than makin this meal and that they could all suck his dikk! This, in the middle of Afghanistan, with nobody to have our backs against these SF muthafukkas was not the right move. But fukk that Cac, I stood with my boy Calhoun. We were ready to basically lose our ranks over this.
So we had a Sgt named Moody (cool ass dude. Reminds me of @BmoreGorilla ) who stood up for us and told the Command Sgt and 1st Sgt what really happened. So we didn't lose rank but that SF Cac made life hell for us as much he could.
The homie Moody
Man this story bringing back some crazy ass memories lol I could go on and on about that time period
-How I pulled my Gun on a Local Shop owner and told him I was going to blow his fukking head off, and Calhoun used the opportunity to STEAL some bootleg movies lol
- How Me and Calhoun got tired of telling the local nationals that Pepperoni WAS pork and after the 20th time we just let them go ahead and eat it lol
- How me and Calhoun taught the Slavery hymn from the Boondocks episode Catcher Freemen to the locals and had them singing "Why won't you come Catcher and KILL ALL THESE CRACKAS!" out loud
- The three Local nationals who worked for us were brothers, and the youngest one spent all his money at Whorehouses and his two older brothers used to clown him about it
- How it took me 16 hours to download Yeezus using our terrible internet service and sharing the leak and EVERYBODY having the simultaneouslook on their faces when we heard On Sight (Got the leak from the COLI
)
- How I beat the shyt out of this white boy at 3am in the morning the first time we got attacked because he woke me up to warn me and I thought he was a terrorist (Calhoun laughed his ass off for WEEKS at that one)
-how we set up a makeshift ping pong table using some spare wood pieces and me, Calhoun, Moody, and another guy named Castro would just play each other for hours
-how we used to do movie nights and I showed Calhoun and Moody Sankofa and Shaka Zulu for the first time. After that they called me Malcolm X for like two weeks
Maybe @General Mills had the same experiences though I think he was in a different branch. He could probably tell a better story than me.
@Amethyst #TPC and anyone else who has any other inquiries just let me know
Great readThe SF Cac who was in charge where I was stationed in Afganistan was a grade A a$$hole. I was at a small FOB called Pul-y-Am and we wee basically support for them, though SF isn't directly in charge of us, our unit wasn't directly in charge of THEM either and they tried to tell us what to do and fukked us over with all sorts of fukkery...
For instance, me and my homie Calhoun were the two cooks assigned to the FOB. This was my first deployment to Afghanistan and Calhoun's second, so even though we were both Specialists (Rank E4) I sort of deferred to him for our first couple weeks because he was more experienced in this situation.
Only issue is my homie Calhoun, God Bless him, is crazy lol
Me and Calhoun
Dude has NO filter, so his tolerance for bullshyt is like zero, and unfortunately in Afghanistan, you will deal with ALOT of bullshyt, as I learned...
So first day we meet these crazy SF guys, we meet our "workers", who are local nationals. The SF Cac and his c00n underling (who we dubbed "Calvin Candie and Django") they come up to us. Basically talking about how bad ass they were and how we shouldn't treat the local nationals as "Real People". This Cac had a Slave master vibe to him. He treated the local nationals who worked for us like shyt. Threatening to fire them, not pay them, and all types of verbal abuse. Besides that there was a third cook, who was attached DIRECTLY to them, who they used to abuse and treat badly. This dude was a brotha, a big dude maybe my height (6 "2") but easily with more girth. He was younger, around 19. One of those thoes whose quiet, likes to draw, not confrontational. Now don't get me wrong this dude wasn't a bytch or c00n, but his rank was only E2 (Private second class) So when them SF boys made him get up at 2 in the morning and cook for them (when they were supposed to be eating MRE's) or smoked him (forcing to him perform PT in the hot ass sun) there wasn't much he could do, he was alone.
At least me and Calhoun had each other, again though Calhoun had a short fuse, and we BOTH couldn't stand that Cac, but everything came to a head when on Easter, we were preparing a BIG meal because all the big wigs were coming to the FOB that day (Command Sgt, First Sgt, etc) we had HORRIBLE cooking equipment but we were trying to make it work. We had turkeys, lobster, steaks, etc and we started cooking at about 5am
Well it's around 10am and we got a truck full of food that the SF's didn't want to load for us, even though they KNEW we were sweating our asses off trying to make this meal. Calhoun decided to take a stand and he was my boy so I stood with him. Only issue was he told that Cac he wasn't doing a Goddamn THING more than makin this meal and that they could all suck his dikk! This, in the middle of Afghanistan, with nobody to have our backs against these SF muthafukkas was not the right move. But fukk that Cac, I stood with my boy Calhoun. We were ready to basically lose our ranks over this.
So we had a Sgt named Moody (cool ass dude. Reminds me of @BmoreGorilla ) who stood up for us and told the Command Sgt and 1st Sgt what really happened. So we didn't lose rank but that SF Cac made life hell for us as much he could.
The homie Moody
Man this story bringing back some crazy ass memories lol I could go on and on about that time period
-How I pulled my Gun on a Local Shop owner and told him I was going to blow his fukking head off, and Calhoun used the opportunity to STEAL some bootleg movies lol
- How Me and Calhoun got tired of telling the local nationals that Pepperoni WAS pork and after the 20th time we just let them go ahead and eat it lol
- How me and Calhoun taught the Slavery hymn from the Boondocks episode Catcher Freemen to the locals and had them singing "Why won't you come Catcher and KILL ALL THESE CRACKAS!" out loud
- The three Local nationals who worked for us were brothers, and the youngest one spent all his money at Whorehouses and his two older brothers used to clown him about it
- How it took me 16 hours to download Yeezus using our terrible internet service and sharing the leak and EVERYBODY having the simultaneous
- How I beat the shyt out of this white boy at 3am in the morning the first time we got attacked because he woke me up to warn me and I thought he was a terrorist (Calhoun laughed his ass off for WEEKS at that one)
-how we set up a makeshift ping pong table using some spare wood pieces and me, Calhoun, Moody, and another guy named Castro would just play each other for hours
-how we used to do movie nights and I showed Calhoun and Moody Sankofa and Shaka Zulu for the first time. After that they called me Malcolm X for like two weeks
Maybe @General Mills had the same experiences though I think he was in a different branch. He could probably tell a better story than me.
@Amethyst #TPC and anyone else who has any other inquiries just let me know
Natural born storyteller. lolGreat read
you also see all star military types go to top business schools (HBS, etc.) and work at prestigious companiesThat's the wild thing.
A member of Seal Team 6 is homeless
People do it because of the prestige and the jingoism that they're knee-deep in by the time they make it.
You can lateral into a high-paying government job after you're discharged if you're not suffering from PTSD too badly
You'd be shocked, I know 21 year old Accountants who make two and three times what Special Forces officers get paid.
If you're looking for something, Navy and Air Force are the way to go
they're typically of an excellent background all the way back to 17, 18 (good undergraduate record at a service academy or other good college, joined an elite group like SEALs or something, multiple promotions, etc) so probably not that relevant to coli
CarbonBraddock
You will be trolled
'are they seen as the creme of the crop in the military'
mufukka are you retarded? you don't need to be in the military bc you seem to lack intelligence judging from your responses.
mufukka are you retarded? you don't need to be in the military bc you seem to lack intelligence judging from your responses.
General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
Holy shyt breh!The SF Cac who was in charge where I was stationed in Afganistan was a grade A a$$hole. I was at a small FOB called Pul-y-Am and we wee basically support for them, though SF isn't directly in charge of us, our unit wasn't directly in charge of THEM either and they tried to tell us what to do and fukked us over with all sorts of fukkery...
For instance, me and my homie Calhoun were the two cooks assigned to the FOB. This was my first deployment to Afghanistan and Calhoun's second, so even though we were both Specialists (Rank E4) I sort of deferred to him for our first couple weeks because he was more experienced in this situation.
Only issue is my homie Calhoun, God Bless him, is crazy lol
Me and Calhoun
Dude has NO filter, so his tolerance for bullshyt is like zero, and unfortunately in Afghanistan, you will deal with ALOT of bullshyt, as I learned...
So first day we meet these crazy SF guys, we meet our "workers", who are local nationals. The SF Cac and his c00n underling (who we dubbed "Calvin Candie and Django") they come up to us. Basically talking about how bad ass they were and how we shouldn't treat the local nationals as "Real People". This Cac had a Slave master vibe to him. He treated the local nationals who worked for us like shyt. Threatening to fire them, not pay them, and all types of verbal abuse. Besides that there was a third cook, who was attached DIRECTLY to them, who they used to abuse and treat badly. This dude was a brotha, a big dude maybe my height (6 "2") but easily with more girth. He was younger, around 19. One of those thoes whose quiet, likes to draw, not confrontational. Now don't get me wrong this dude wasn't a bytch or c00n, but his rank was only E2 (Private second class) So when them SF boys made him get up at 2 in the morning and cook for them (when they were supposed to be eating MRE's) or smoked him (forcing to him perform PT in the hot ass sun) there wasn't much he could do, he was alone.
At least me and Calhoun had each other, again though Calhoun had a short fuse, and we BOTH couldn't stand that Cac, but everything came to a head when on Easter, we were preparing a BIG meal because all the big wigs were coming to the FOB that day (Command Sgt, First Sgt, etc) we had HORRIBLE cooking equipment but we were trying to make it work. We had turkeys, lobster, steaks, etc and we started cooking at about 5am
Well it's around 10am and we got a truck full of food that the SF's didn't want to load for us, even though they KNEW we were sweating our asses off trying to make this meal. Calhoun decided to take a stand and he was my boy so I stood with him. Only issue was he told that Cac he wasn't doing a Goddamn THING more than makin this meal and that they could all suck his dikk! This, in the middle of Afghanistan, with nobody to have our backs against these SF muthafukkas was not the right move. But fukk that Cac, I stood with my boy Calhoun. We were ready to basically lose our ranks over this.
So we had a Sgt named Moody (cool ass dude. Reminds me of @BmoreGorilla ) who stood up for us and told the Command Sgt and 1st Sgt what really happened. So we didn't lose rank but that SF Cac made life hell for us as much he could.
The homie Moody
Man this story bringing back some crazy ass memories lol I could go on and on about that time period
-How I pulled my Gun on a Local Shop owner and told him I was going to blow his fukking head off, and Calhoun used the opportunity to STEAL some bootleg movies lol
- How Me and Calhoun got tired of telling the local nationals that Pepperoni WAS pork and after the 20th time we just let them go ahead and eat it lol
- How me and Calhoun taught the Slavery hymn from the Boondocks episode Catcher Freemen to the locals and had them singing "Why won't you come Catcher and KILL ALL THESE CRACKAS!" out loud
- The three Local nationals who worked for us were brothers, and the youngest one spent all his money at Whorehouses and his two older brothers used to clown him about it
- How it took me 16 hours to download Yeezus using our terrible internet service and sharing the leak and EVERYBODY having the simultaneous
- How I beat the shyt out of this white boy at 3am in the morning the first time we got attacked because he woke me up to warn me and I thought he was a terrorist (Calhoun laughed his ass off for WEEKS at that one)
-how we set up a makeshift ping pong table using some spare wood pieces and me, Calhoun, Moody, and another guy named Castro would just play each other for hours
-how we used to do movie nights and I showed Calhoun and Moody Sankofa and Shaka Zulu for the first time. After that they called me Malcolm X for like two weeks
Maybe @General Mills had the same experiences though I think he was in a different branch. He could probably tell a better story than me.
@Amethyst #TPC and anyone else who has any other inquiries just let me know
Yall was going thru it. 
You got me bested in this category. Once I got to my ship I had no dealings with Seals or other special forces. My ship ( Destroyer ) only had about 300 peeps. All sailors. No other attached units.
Only other time I saw some shyt was in VA. We pulled in there and decided to hit the base club. Bunch of marines were in their rowdy as fukk. Drunk. Pushing Navy dudes around . Etc. There were three cats in a corner. They were all very slim build and wiry. They were quiet drinking their beers. Three of the marines started fukking with them. . . They got dispatched so swiftly and brutally by them dudes.
. It was like some Jason Statham shyt. Found out later they were Seals. Them Marines ran into the right ones. 
Ask Timothy McVeigh... or wait
richaveli83
Veteran
I was in the Marines so the only thing related to it would be Force Recon. All the branches have a special operations such as the army with rangers and special forces (green berets), Marines Force recon, Navy with the SEALs, and air force with combat controllers. Chances are if you attempt to join a special operations unit you will not succeed. Majority do not make it.
From what I know of is you definitely have to be at your mental and physical best. It's more intensive than basic training. It's usually the more gung ho types that want to be in it.
From what I know of is you definitely have to be at your mental and physical best. It's more intensive than basic training. It's usually the more gung ho types that want to be in it.
The SF Cac who was in charge where I was stationed in Afganistan was a grade A a$$hole. I was at a small FOB called Pul-y-Am and we wee basically support for them, though SF isn't directly in charge of us, our unit wasn't directly in charge of THEM either and they tried to tell us what to do and fukked us over with all sorts of fukkery...
For instance, me and my homie Calhoun were the two cooks assigned to the FOB. This was my first deployment to Afghanistan and Calhoun's second, so even though we were both Specialists (Rank E4) I sort of deferred to him for our first couple weeks because he was more experienced in this situation.
Only issue is my homie Calhoun, God Bless him, is crazy lol
Me and Calhoun
Dude has NO filter, so his tolerance for bullshyt is like zero, and unfortunately in Afghanistan, you will deal with ALOT of bullshyt, as I learned...
So first day we meet these crazy SF guys, we meet our "workers", who are local nationals. The SF Cac and his c00n underling (who we dubbed "Calvin Candie and Django") they come up to us. Basically talking about how bad ass they were and how we shouldn't treat the local nationals as "Real People". This Cac had a Slave master vibe to him. He treated the local nationals who worked for us like shyt. Threatening to fire them, not pay them, and all types of verbal abuse. Besides that there was a third cook, who was attached DIRECTLY to them, who they used to abuse and treat badly. This dude was a brotha, a big dude maybe my height (6 "2") but easily with more girth. He was younger, around 19. One of those thoes whose quiet, likes to draw, not confrontational. Now don't get me wrong this dude wasn't a bytch or c00n, but his rank was only E2 (Private second class) So when them SF boys made him get up at 2 in the morning and cook for them (when they were supposed to be eating MRE's) or smoked him (forcing to him perform PT in the hot ass sun) there wasn't much he could do, he was alone.
At least me and Calhoun had each other, again though Calhoun had a short fuse, and we BOTH couldn't stand that Cac, but everything came to a head when on Easter, we were preparing a BIG meal because all the big wigs were coming to the FOB that day (Command Sgt, First Sgt, etc) we had HORRIBLE cooking equipment but we were trying to make it work. We had turkeys, lobster, steaks, etc and we started cooking at about 5am
Well it's around 10am and we got a truck full of food that the SF's didn't want to load for us, even though they KNEW we were sweating our asses off trying to make this meal. Calhoun decided to take a stand and he was my boy so I stood with him. Only issue was he told that Cac he wasn't doing a Goddamn THING more than makin this meal and that they could all suck his dikk! This, in the middle of Afghanistan, with nobody to have our backs against these SF muthafukkas was not the right move. But fukk that Cac, I stood with my boy Calhoun. We were ready to basically lose our ranks over this.
So we had a Sgt named Moody (cool ass dude. Reminds me of @BmoreGorilla ) who stood up for us and told the Command Sgt and 1st Sgt what really happened. So we didn't lose rank but that SF Cac made life hell for us as much he could.
The homie Moody
Man this story bringing back some crazy ass memories lol I could go on and on about that time period
-How I pulled my Gun on a Local Shop owner and told him I was going to blow his fukking head off, and Calhoun used the opportunity to STEAL some bootleg movies lol
- How Me and Calhoun got tired of telling the local nationals that Pepperoni WAS pork and after the 20th time we just let them go ahead and eat it lol
- How me and Calhoun taught the Slavery hymn from the Boondocks episode Catcher Freemen to the locals and had them singing "Why won't you come Catcher and KILL ALL THESE CRACKAS!" out loud
- The three Local nationals who worked for us were brothers, and the youngest one spent all his money at Whorehouses and his two older brothers used to clown him about it
- How it took me 16 hours to download Yeezus using our terrible internet service and sharing the leak and EVERYBODY having the simultaneous
- How I beat the shyt out of this white boy at 3am in the morning the first time we got attacked because he woke me up to warn me and I thought he was a terrorist (Calhoun laughed his ass off for WEEKS at that one)
-how we set up a makeshift ping pong table using some spare wood pieces and me, Calhoun, Moody, and another guy named Castro would just play each other for hours
-how we used to do movie nights and I showed Calhoun and Moody Sankofa and Shaka Zulu for the first time. After that they called me Malcolm X for like two weeks
Maybe @General Mills had the same experiences though I think he was in a different branch. He could probably tell a better story than me.
@Amethyst #TPC and anyone else who has any other inquiries just let me know
Man they damn near untouchable
I was in dining facility for lunch
This e6 had his beard all out and a ISG called him out yelling and the e6 pulled out his green beret and said u see this shyt while I'm out here saving ur asses and preventing terrorism u sit behind a a/c desk doing nothing
E6 then walked away and said if u got a problem speak to (mention his superior name) Once ISG heard name he changed his tone real quick and apologized
The ISG was medical by the way
Yeah like the other dude said worry about Basic, AiT and Airborne School first and then if you still up for it start training for selection. When I did selection at Fort Bragg it was just a bunch of PT, rack March, map reading and sleep deprivation. If you a PT stud like score 300s easy it should come easy for ya
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Salute to all the veterans who've served. I'm not a veteran.
Military personnel are never fully compensated in any way for what they do and for what they have to live with after-the-fact. There isn't enough money, medals or prestige to really compensate them.
And there's really nothing that can prepare you for their reality.
Military personnel are never fully compensated in any way for what they do and for what they have to live with after-the-fact. There isn't enough money, medals or prestige to really compensate them.
And there's really nothing that can prepare you for their reality.
OP isn't even cut out to ask the question, let alone entertain the thought of SF lmao
but I've worked with two guys who were SF
some of the best people I ever met
you will meet the best and worst people of your life in the military, and you see how you you need both in every hardship you face.
OP is really on that fantasy shyt... SF brehs operate on a different wavelength. I actually probably could've done it but that whole lifestyle is just not something you ever come back from. Maybe after life kicks me in the face a few more times or that war with NK actually does happen. In the meantime, just embrace the idea that you can go home and sleep at night. Get cozy. Talk shyt online and be like whatever.
but I've worked with two guys who were SF
some of the best people I ever met
you will meet the best and worst people of your life in the military, and you see how you you need both in every hardship you face.
OP is really on that fantasy shyt... SF brehs operate on a different wavelength. I actually probably could've done it but that whole lifestyle is just not something you ever come back from. Maybe after life kicks me in the face a few more times or that war with NK actually does happen. In the meantime, just embrace the idea that you can go home and sleep at night. Get cozy. Talk shyt online and be like whatever.
