Fleet Marine Life #118 – Troop Welfare
Troop welfare were just words to my higher ups. They would tell everyone that they look out for their Marines but that’s all they would do. My old gunny used to say that shit all the time. Hell, he used to say a lot of other shit, but in the end, he was all talk.
More power is given with more rank and sometimes higher ups just abuse that power. My higher ups would always take care of themselves before they took care of their junior Marines. My higher ups were always first for everything good and last for everything bad.
They need to get promoted as fast as possible so that they don’t get kicked out of the Marine Corps due to service limitations. Higher ups are willing to sell their junior Marines down the river for promotions. They don’t care about “troop welfare.” If my fellow Marines needed something, we were always viewed as pests, as a major hindrance in the lives of “royalty.”
One day when my platoon was driving to work, we encountered our two favorite SNCOs, SSGT Tweedlefuckingdee and Gunnery Sergeant Tweedlefuckingduumb. They were driving in their SUV and they stopped us.
Sergeant : Hey. What’s up?
SSGT : We need you to do: this, this, this, this, and this.
Sergeant : Well, if we’re going to do all that, we won’t be able to get chow. Can you pick it up for us?
SSGT doesn’t respond.
SSGT looks back at Gunny who gives him the “The fuck are you looking at me for?” look.
SSGT : We’ll see.
They never got us chow.
They couldn’t even afford to waste a few minutes out of their day to get us basic shit like chow. What was their job that was so important? Their job was to punch numbers into a computer but that’s not what it said on their Fitness Reports.
Stuff like this may seem trivial but it’s more important than one may think.
Talking the talk since 1775.
I remember when I was a lance and just got of duty. I had let my Sgt borrow my cover and didn’t get it back. Well the next day after a 24 post I had to walk back to my BRKS, it was raining and cold so I just put on my gortex with no cover and started walking back to the bricks. Half way there I got stopped by a motard and got yelled at for not having a fucking cover. Instead of offering me a ride to get out of the rain and cold I get an ass chewing. FML
I picked up sergeant with a 1580 at 4yr2mo (5yr enlistment)…wait is that a bad thing?
Reading this comic gives me a better opinion of my shitty intel unit than I’d otherwise have. So thanks, and please keep making ’em.
ahahaha i always bitched about this faggot cpl that would never offer us rides anywhere..then theres this dumb fuck sgt who picked up sgt with a 1560 and has been in months less than me and he never offers us rides..we got a new lance and he has a wife so he has a car and he always gives us rides..troop welfare is as much of a joke as pros and cons
I got to do a comic on pros/cons…
yes yes you do..ill read it while on at “work”
It’s pretty much a dick-sucking competition.
Not so much a dick sucking contest as a gauge of how far you can take it in the ass. Those who can take the entire green weenie and beg for more get promoted.
There’s no brotherhood anymore and troop welfare is a joke.