<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:47.288-04:00</updated><category term='bartender'/><category term='Chief'/><category term='martini'/><category term='highline'/><category term='Landing Signal Officer'/><category term='Centerfold'/><category term='Retired Chiefs'/><category term='mash'/><category term='Control Tower'/><category term='Master Chief'/><category term='seamanship'/><category term='majors'/><category term='Navy Chief'/><category term='OOD'/><category term='Bootcamp'/><category term='Marine Corps'/><category term='Air Controller'/><category term='hogs'/><category term='CWO2'/><category term='Boatswain'/><category term='C-130'/><category term='NAS Pensacola'/><category term='survival knife'/><category term='Zeroes'/><category term='Veteran Bar'/><category term='Fighter Pilot'/><category term='Da Nang'/><category term='Flagpole'/><category term='Captain'/><category term='World War II'/><category term='man overboard'/><category term='Major'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='parachute'/><category term='Marines'/><category term='Japanese'/><category term='Boatswain&apos;s Mate'/><category term='F-16'/><category term='Frankfurt Airport'/><category term='Pan Am 747'/><category term='feed'/><category term='CPO'/><category term='Seaman'/><category term='Naval Academy'/><category term='Air Force'/><category term='Liberal'/><category term='USS Newport News (CA-148)'/><category term='sergeant'/><category term='recruit'/><category term='pistol'/><category term='American Airlines'/><category term='forward watch'/><category term='Chris Schmidt'/><category term='Petty Officer'/><category term='flask of whiskey'/><category term='Sailors'/><category term='WO1'/><category term='fire'/><category term='LSO'/><category term='Pilot'/><category term='wood'/><category term='route marches'/><category term='Lieutenant'/><category term='Gunny'/><category term='CWO3'/><category term='Pansy'/><category term='whiskey'/><category term='C. F. David'/><category term='Navy'/><category term='Desert Storm'/><category term='old preacher'/><category term='colonels'/><title type='text'>Gunner's Military Humor - USAFNS</title><subtitle type='html'>Send me your Military related jokes to: webmaster@usafns'.'com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Note: Remove the single quotes (').</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7778827018579654676</id><published>2009-02-23T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:33:57.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta love the Marines</title><summary type='text'>In addition to communicating with the local Air Traffic Control facility, all aircraft in the Persian Gulf AOR are required to give the Iranian Air Defense Radar (military) a ten minute 'heads up' if they will be transiting Iranian airspace.This is a common procedure for commercial aircraft and involves giving them your call sign, transponder code, type aircraft, and points of origin and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7778827018579654676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7778827018579654676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-gotta-love-marines.html' title='You gotta love the Marines'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-55570098819306263</id><published>2007-10-22T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:37:26.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Naval Conference</title><summary type='text'>A U.S.  Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies.   At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries.  Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/55570098819306263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/55570098819306263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/10/naval-conference.html' title='A Naval Conference'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-6515610011683307110</id><published>2007-10-22T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:36:45.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference in France</title><summary type='text'>Then there was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American.   During a break one of the French engineers came back into the room saying "Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done?  He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims.  What does he intended to do, bomb them?"A Boeing engineer stood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/6515610011683307110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/6515610011683307110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/10/conference-in-france.html' title='Conference in France'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-317090935910196243</id><published>2007-10-22T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:38:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin Powell in England</title><summary type='text'>When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building' by George Bush.He answered by saying, "Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/317090935910196243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/317090935910196243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/10/colin-powell-in-england.html' title='Colin Powell in England'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7390108128145235469</id><published>2007-08-31T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:35:41.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pistol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flask of whiskey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desert Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival knife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parachute'/><title type='text'>And the moral of the story is...</title><summary type='text'>And the moral of the story is...     The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:  Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.     The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.     "Tony, do you have a story to share?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7390108128145235469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7390108128145235469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-moral-of-story-is.html' title='And the moral of the story is...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-5919039290260193447</id><published>2007-08-31T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:33:11.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='majors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colonels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='route marches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sergeant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marine Corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Letter from a New Marine Recruit at MCRD San Diego</title><summary type='text'>Dear Ma and Pa,I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/5919039290260193447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/5919039290260193447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-from-new-marine-recruit-at-mcrd.html' title='Letter from a New Marine Recruit at MCRD San Diego'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7494544545546742805</id><published>2007-07-16T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:19:49.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air Force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Control Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Airlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marine Corps'/><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><summary type='text'>On some air bases, the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time is it?"The tower responded, "Who is calling?"The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"The tower replied, "It makes a lot of difference.If it is an American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7494544545546742805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/7494544545546742805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-9043496962066093021</id><published>2007-07-01T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:22:32.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAS Pensacola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>Brash Pilot</title><summary type='text'>    It  seems that a young man volunteered for military service during World War II.  He had such a high aptitude for aviation that he was sent right to Pensacola  Naval Air Station - skipping recruit training.    The  very first day at Pensacola he solos and is the best flier on  the base. All they could do was give him his gold wings and assign him  immediately to an aircraft carrier in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/9043496962066093021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/9043496962066093021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/07/brash-pilot.html' title='Brash Pilot'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-3321094197206019817</id><published>2007-05-31T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:49:06.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F-16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C-130'/><title type='text'>Fighter Pilots</title><summary type='text'>A C-130 was flying on a mission when a cocky F-16 fighter pilot flew up next to him. The F-16 jock told the C-130 pilot, "watch this!" and promptly went into a barrel roll followed by a steep climb. He then finished with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier. The F-16 pilot asked the C-130 pilot what he thought of that. The C-130 pilot said, "That was impressive, but watch this!"  The C-130 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/3321094197206019817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/3321094197206019817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/05/fighter-pilots.html' title='Fighter Pilots'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2708618222379839172</id><published>2007-04-27T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:14:10.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seamanship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man overboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landing Signal Officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOD'/><title type='text'>Seamanship Test</title><summary type='text'>One time during the underway watch the OOD decided to test a Chief Petty Officer's seamanship. "Chief, what would you do if the forward watch fell off the side of the ship?""Easy, sir, I'd call 'Man Overboard' and follow the Man Overboard procedures.""What would you do if an officer fell overboard?""Hmmm," The Chief said, "Which one, sir?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2708618222379839172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2708618222379839172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/04/seamanship-test.html' title='Seamanship Test'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-393068554746932536</id><published>2007-04-25T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:52:25.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bootcamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pansy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Chief'/><title type='text'>The Master Chief</title><summary type='text'>The Master Chief noticed a new Seaman one day and barked at him to come in "What is your name?" was the first thing the Master Chief asked the new guy."John," the new guy replied. The Master Chief scowled, "Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart, liberal pansy stuff they're teaching Sailors in Bootcamp today, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/393068554746932536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/393068554746932536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/04/master-chief.html' title='The Master Chief'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2275631416019460318</id><published>2007-04-24T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:08:24.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boatswain&apos;s Mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veteran Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retired Chiefs'/><title type='text'>Veteran's Bar</title><summary type='text'>Four retired Navy Chief's are walking down the street window shopping. Then they turn a corner and see a sign that says "Veterans Bar" over thedoorway of an entry into an establishment that doesn't look all that well kept up. They look at each other then go in. On the inside, they realize inthis case, they could judge the 'book by it's cover'.The old bartender says in a voice that carries across </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2275631416019460318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2275631416019460318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/04/veterans-bar.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Bar'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-3032339200864430178</id><published>2007-04-01T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:53:28.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pan Am 747'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air Controller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankfurt Airport'/><title type='text'>Air Contollers &amp; Pilots</title><summary type='text'>The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.Speedbird 206: " </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/3032339200864430178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/3032339200864430178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/04/air-contollers-pilots.html' title='Air Contollers &amp; Pilots'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-4171418471147858558</id><published>2007-03-17T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:44:16.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old preacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiskey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centerfold'/><title type='text'>Old Country Preacher's Son</title><summary type='text'>An old southern country preacher from  Georgia had a teenage son named  David and it was getting time the boy should  give some thought to choosing  a profession. Like many young men, the boy  didn't really know what he  wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned  about it.One day,  while the boy was away at school, his father decided  to try an experiment.  He went into the boy's room and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/4171418471147858558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/4171418471147858558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-country-preachers-son.html' title='Old Country Preacher&apos;s Son'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-1471514208201837170</id><published>2007-03-15T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:41:18.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petty Officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flagpole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naval Academy'/><title type='text'>Erecting a Flagpole</title><summary type='text'>One last class before graduation at the Naval Academy and the Instructor gave out one final assignment."Given one 20 foot metal pole, two bags of cement, a selection of shovels, a wheel barrow, and any other  tools you might find necessary, AND One Chief, one Petty Officer and a selection of Seamen, DESCRIBE The process you will take to erect the pole so that a flag hung from it can be seen from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/1471514208201837170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/1471514208201837170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/03/erecting-flagpole.html' title='Erecting a Flagpole'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2395111986431420911</id><published>2007-03-10T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:09:07.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landing Signal Officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USS Newport News (CA-148)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CWO2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CWO3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WO1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boatswain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Schmidt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da Nang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. F. David'/><title type='text'>Ship's Boatswain in a Quandry</title><summary type='text'>I was a brand new pin-stripe WO1 serving with a CWO3 Boatswain on the USS Newport News (CA-148) in late 1967.  As we were about to pull into Da Nang harbor to take a two star admiral and his staff aboard (CTG 77.7.3 if I recall correctly).  Originally, the plan was to highline the admiral and his staff aboard.  But shortly after setting the highline detail, a low lying fog obscured visibility.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2395111986431420911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/2395111986431420911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/03/ships-boatswain-in-quandry.html' title='Ship&apos;s Boatswain in a Quandry'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-864982733435027889</id><published>2007-02-25T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:56:43.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lieutenant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marine Corps'/><title type='text'>The Gunny sez...</title><summary type='text'>A group of Marine Corp Officers are standing around talking when a Lieutenant said, "I feel that making love is 80% fun and 20% work."Captain responded by saying, "No, I think that making love is more work than that. I would say that it is 60% fun and 40% work."Then a Major says, "No, making love is definitely way more work than  that. I would say that it is 20% fun and 80% work."They are all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/864982733435027889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/864982733435027889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/02/gunny-sez.html' title='The Gunny sez...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-1552643928638279620</id><published>2007-02-24T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:21:29.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late for Work</title><summary type='text'>    He just couldn't seem  to get to work on time.  Every day he was 5, maybe  10 minutes  late.   He was very conscientious, very sharp and  very  productive.   This was a second career for the gentleman so the  Boss was   in a quandary about what to do about it.   Finally, he decided he needed  to talk to him  and called him into the office for a chat. "Bill, I have to tell you, I  like your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/1552643928638279620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/1552643928638279620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/02/late-for-work.html' title='Late for Work'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-117150434843421998</id><published>2007-02-14T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:52:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Marine's Watch </title><summary type='text'>A Marine walks into a Beaufort SC bar and takes a seat next to a very  attractive woman.He gives her a quick glance then casually looks at his  watch for a moment.The woman looks at his wrist and remarks, "That's  some watch.I've never seen anything like it before. What is  it?""I just got this," he replies. "It's a new military issue.  It  has a small computer chip which has threat detection and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/117150434843421998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/117150434843421998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/02/marines-watch.html' title='A Marine&apos;s Watch '/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-116899587244667773</id><published>2007-01-16T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:07:14.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Requests</title><summary type='text'>Bob Sheiffer, Tom Brokaw, Katie Couric and a tough old U.S. Marine sergeant were all captured by terrorists in Iraq. The leader of the terrorists told them that he would grant them each one last request before they were beheaded. Sheiffer said, "I'd like one last bowl of hot spicy chili." The leader nodded to an underling who left and returned with the chili. Sheiffer ate it and said, "Now I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/116899587244667773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/116899587244667773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-requests.html' title='Last Requests'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-116784826554078229</id><published>2007-01-03T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:20:02.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Bell and the Writer</title><summary type='text'>A man decided to write a book about famous churches around the military. He bought a plane ticket to Camp Lejeune, thinking he would start by working his way across the USA from south to north.  On his first day he was inside the Base Chapel taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall above a sign that read "$10,000 per call".  The man, being intrigued, asked a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/116784826554078229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/116784826554078229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2007/01/ma-bell-and-writer.html' title='Ma Bell and the Writer'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-113912949721316504</id><published>2006-02-05T03:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:41:33.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourmet application of MREs or How I Entertain a New Date</title><summary type='text'>If you don't get a laugh out of this one, you have no sense of  humor or have never eaten MREs!  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------How I Entertain a New Date:I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/113912949721316504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/113912949721316504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2006/02/gourmet-application-of-mres-or-how-i.html' title='Gourmet application of MREs or How I Entertain a New Date'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112912765874792834</id><published>2005-10-12T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:34:18.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SEX SINCE 1955 </title><summary type='text'>  NO SEX SINCE 1955  &lt;?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /&gt;     A crusty old Sergeant  Major found himself at a gala event,  hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of  extremely young, idealistic ladies in  attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for  conversation.  She  said,  "Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man.  Is something  bothering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112912765874792834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112912765874792834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-sex-since-1955.html' title='NO SEX SINCE 1955 '/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112627331605318355</id><published>2005-09-09T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:41:56.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintenance Monkey</title><summary type='text'> A man walked into a pet store and was  looking at the animals on display. While he was there, a First Class  Petty Officer from the local Navy base  walked in and  said to the shopkeeper, "I'll take a maintenance  monkey,  please." The man nodded, went to a cage at the side of the store  and took out a monkey. He put a collar and leash on the animal and  handed it the PO1,  saying, "That'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112627331605318355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112627331605318355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/09/maintenance-monkey.html' title='Maintenance Monkey'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112543238428502497</id><published>2005-08-30T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:06:24.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War-Weary American Marine</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?/bigger&gt;&lt;?/bigger&gt;&lt;?/fontfamily&gt;The train  was quite crowded, so the U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a  seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well-dressed middle-aged French  woman's poodle.    The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that  seat?"    The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in  particular, "Americans are so rude.    My little Fifi is using </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112543238428502497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112543238428502497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/war-weary-american-marine.html' title='War-Weary American Marine'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112402410346670941</id><published>2005-08-14T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:40:36.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowing Teams...</title><summary type='text'>The  Navy challenged the Army and the Air Force  to a row boat race on the Potomac River.    Each team practiced hard and long to reach   their peak performance before the race.    On the big day, the Navy won by a mile.   Afterwards, the Air Force team became very discouraged and depressed.     The officers of the Air Force team decided that  the  reason for the crushing defeat had to be found. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112402410346670941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112402410346670941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/rowing-teams.html' title='Rowing Teams...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112346227470866599</id><published>2005-08-07T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:51:14.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master Seageant and the General</title><summary type='text'> A Master Sergeant and a General were sitting in the  barbershop.  They were both just getting finished with their shaves, when  the barbers reached for some after-shave to slap on their faces. The General  shouted, "Hey, don't put that stuff on me! My  wife will think I've been in  a whorehouse!"    The Master Sergeant turned to his barber  and said, "Go ahead and put it on.  My wife doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112346227470866599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112346227470866599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/master-seageant-and-general.html' title='The Master Seageant and the General'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112335033860243475</id><published>2005-08-06T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:45:38.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, something about fighter pilots!</title><summary type='text'> Q: How do you know if there is a fighter pilot at  your party? A: He'll tell you.    Q: What's the difference between God and fighter  pilots? A: God doesn't think he's a fighter pilot.    Q: What's the difference between a fighter pilot  and a jet engine? A: A jet engine stops whining when the plane shuts down.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112335033860243475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112335033860243475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-now-something-about-fighter-pilots.html' title='And now, something about fighter pilots!'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112324983378419342</id><published>2005-08-05T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:42:52.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it anyway?</title><summary type='text'>On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time is it?" The tower responded, "Who is calling?"  The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"  The tower replied "It makes a lot of difference:     If it is an American</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112324983378419342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112324983378419342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-time-is-it-anyway.html' title='What time is it anyway?'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112315722522527543</id><published>2005-08-04T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:07:05.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing important, sir!</title><summary type='text'> Having just moved into his new office, a pompous,  new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door.   Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the  airman to enter, then said into the phone, "Yes, General, I'll be seeing him  this afternoon and I'll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for  your good wishes, sir."  Feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112315722522527543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112315722522527543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-important-sir.html' title='Nothing important, sir!'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112308210777856167</id><published>2005-08-03T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:15:07.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate response to a Dear John letter... </title><summary type='text'>The ultimate response to a Dear John letter...     You gotta love a man like this... Humor in the face  of defeat    A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was  there he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that  she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up  with him. AND, she wanted pictures of herself back.    So the Marine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112308210777856167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112308210777856167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/08/ultimate-response-to-dear-john-letter.html' title='The ultimate response to a Dear John letter... '/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112251788362152017</id><published>2005-07-27T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:31:23.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have Change For a Dollar?</title><summary type='text'> Officer: "Soldier, do you have change for a  dollar?"    Soldier: "Sure, buddy."    Officer: "That's  no way to address an  officer! Now let's  try it again! Soldier, do you have change for a  dollar?"    Soldier: "No, SIR!"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112251788362152017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112251788362152017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-have-change-for-dollar.html' title='Do You Have Change For a Dollar?'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112245997638476026</id><published>2005-07-27T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:21:59.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Navy Chief and the Seaman</title><summary type='text'>  The Navy Chief and the Seaman   "Well," snarled the tough old Navy Chief to the  bewildered Seaman. "I suppose after you get discharged from the Navy, you'll  just be waiting for me to die so you can come and pee on my grave."     "Not me, Chief!" the Seaman replied. "Once I get  out of the Navy, I'm never going to stand in line again!"      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112245997638476026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112245997638476026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/navy-chief-and-seaman.html' title='The Navy Chief and the Seaman'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112241490843268019</id><published>2005-07-26T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T05:05:27.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons by Tammy LaVelle</title><summary type='text'>Cartoons by Tammy LavelleCartoons (c) 2005 Tammy LaVelle. All rights reserved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241490843268019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241490843268019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/cartoons-by-tammy-lavelle.html' title='Cartoons by Tammy LaVelle'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112241063657121433</id><published>2005-07-26T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:30:35.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry a Military Man?</title><summary type='text'>Marry a Military Man?Many  girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, &amp; make beds, &amp; is  in good health, &amp; he's already used to taking orders.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241063657121433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241063657121433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/marry-military-man.html' title='Marry a Military Man?'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112241060496194246</id><published>2005-07-26T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:44:28.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba Joe's Sales Pitch...</title><summary type='text'>Bubba Joe's Sales Pitch...Bubba Joe's first military assignment was to Keesler Air Force Base and, because he was a good talker, the all knowing AETC officers assigned him the duty of advising new recruits about the most current government benefits, especially the GI insurance to which they were entitled.Before long, the Captain in charge of the indoctrination briefing began noticing that Bubba </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241060496194246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241060496194246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/bubba-joes-sales-pitch.html' title='Bubba Joe&apos;s Sales Pitch...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112241052883222600</id><published>2005-07-26T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:26:03.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Air Force Pilot ...</title><summary type='text'>An Air Force Pilot ...There's a story about the  USAF pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter  was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock  that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut  down."Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine  approach."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241052883222600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241052883222600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/air-force-pilot.html' title='An Air Force Pilot ...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112241043923238496</id><published>2005-07-26T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:40:39.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Navy Story...</title><summary type='text'>A Navy Story...A destroyer  pulled into a foreign port, and put down maximum liberty.The skeleton  crew didn't notice a chimpanzee, escaped from a nearby civilian transport,  crawled up the ropes and up to the smokestack. Down the stack, it made its way  into the engine room. It came across a power panel opened up for maintenance,  couldn't read the warning signs, and with a bright blue blast </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241043923238496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112241043923238496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/navy-story.html' title='A Navy Story...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240712853893303</id><published>2005-07-26T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:45:28.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Air Force...</title><summary type='text'>Life in the Air Force...A  plane is scheduled to leave our American Air Force base in Thule, Greenland at  midnight. During the pilot's preflight check he discovers that the latrine  holding tank is still full from the last flight. So, a message is sent to the  base, and an airman who was off duty is called out to take care of it.He  finally gets to the air base only to find that the latrine pump</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240712853893303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240712853893303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-in-air-force.html' title='Life in the Air Force...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240698400457435</id><published>2005-07-26T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:43:04.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good story anyhow...</title><summary type='text'>It's a good story  anyhow...I'm a grunt, never really played with the air wing,  but was told this story during a night of drunken revelry with two other Marine  vets who said they were there:Seems that a Marine Harrier squadron was  invited to participate in one of the "Red Flag" exercises at Nellis Air Force  Base.In keeping with the Corps expeditionary nature, the Marines had  their birds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240698400457435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240698400457435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-good-story-anyhow.html' title='It&apos;s a good story anyhow...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240689999957115</id><published>2005-07-26T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:41:40.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Military Wisdom*</title><summary type='text'>*Military Wisdom*"A  slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect  it. That would make you quite unpopular in what's left of your unit." -Army's magazine of preventive maintenance."Aim towards the  Enemy." -Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher"When the pin is pulled,  Mr. Grenade is not our friend." -U.S. Marine Corps"Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240689999957115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240689999957115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/military-wisdom.html' title='*Military Wisdom*'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240474188684417</id><published>2005-07-26T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:05:41.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late For Class</title><summary type='text'>Late For ClassAt the  prestigious university there was a clear hierarchy that outlined how long one  was to wait for a class to begin if the professor were absent. A full professor  rated fifteen minutes. An associate only ten. A mere instructor was expected to  be on time, if not early. This system worked only one way, however; and students  were afforded no such grace. ~It was to be expected, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240474188684417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240474188684417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/late-for-class.html' title='Late For Class'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240445041880441</id><published>2005-07-26T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:00:50.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City Councilman ejected from studio:</title><summary type='text'>City Councilman ejected from  studio:A part time City Councilman from Pensacola, Florida, was  asked on a local live radio talk show the other day just what he thought of the  allegations of torture of the Iraqi prisoners.His reply prompted his  ejection from the studio, but to thunderous applause from the  audience."If hooking up an Iraqi prisoner's scrotum to a car's battery  cables will save </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240445041880441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240445041880441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/city-councilman-ejected-from-studio.html' title='City Councilman ejected from studio:'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112240418941748615</id><published>2005-07-26T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:56:29.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Military can't communicate with each other...</title><summary type='text'>Why the Military can't communicate with each  other...If you tell the Navy to secure a building, they will  turn out the lights and lock the door.If you tell the Army to secure a  building, they will occupy it and forbid entry to those without a  pass.If you tell the Marines to secure a building, they assault with  heavy fire, capture the building, fortify it and call for an air  strike.If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240418941748615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948791/posts/default/112240418941748615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gunnersmilitaryhumor.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-military-cant-communicate-with.html' title='Why the Military can&apos;t communicate with each other...'/><author><name>~G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.usafns.com/images/gunnerm-small.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
