Here we have a clash of stereotypes, a USA one star
general and a female left wing reporter. The resulting interview builds up to the sort of put down that we all wish we could deliver.
Marine Corps General Reinwald was interviewed on the radio
concerning guns and children.
This is a portion of an American National Public Radio (NPR) interview between a female interviewer and US Marine Corps General Reinwald who was about to sponsor a Boy Scout
Troop visiting his military installation. Incidentally, the battle of words took place on a Tuesday.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base?
GENERAL REINWALD: We'
re going to teach
the Boy Scouts climbing, canoeing, archery and shooting.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Shooting! That's
a bit irresponsible, isn't
it?
GENERAL REINWALD: I don't
see why, they'll be properly supervised on the rifle
range.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Don't
you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?
GENERAL REINWALD: I don't
see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline
before they even touch a firearm.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: But you're equipping them to become violent killers.
GENERAL REINWALD: Well, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are
you?
The radio went silent and the interview ended.
Footnote - Confession time
The saga of General Reinwald is an urban myth. Internet archaeologists have traced
this funny army back
to a Welsh broadcast with a scout master in 1997. As with all good stories, in the intervening years it has been adapted and Americanized. Will and Guy thank Nancy Hoagland for supplying this extra
research and insight into the myth of General Reinwald. We have more funny
army stories....
During training exercises, a lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the
mud with a red-faced general at the wheel.
'Your jeep stuck, sir?' enquired the lieutenant as he pulled alongside.
'Nope,' replied the general, coming over and handing him the keys, 'Yours is.'
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A general noticed one of his soldiers behaving oddly. The soldier would pick up any piece of paper he
found, frown and say, 'That's
not it'
and put it down again.
This went on for some time, until the general arranged to have the soldier psychologically tested.
The psychologist concluded that the
soldier was deranged, and wrote out his discharge from the army.
The soldier picked it up, smiled and said: 'That's
it.'
Footnote:
Will and Guy cannot decide if this is a sad or funny army story
An Air Force cargo plane was preparing for
departure from Thule Air Base in Greenland. They were waiting for the truck to arrive to pump out the aircraft's sewage holding tank.
The Aircraft Commander was in a hurry, the truck was late in
arriving, and the Airman performing the job was extremely slow in getting the tank pumped out.
When the commander berated the Airman for his slowness and promised punishment, the Airman responded,
'Sir, I have no stripes, it is 20 below zero, I have a bang on my head, I'm stationed in Greenland, a dog ran off with my coat, and I am pumping sewage out of airplanes. Just what are you going to do to punish me?'
One day the Barker family gathered for dinner together round the table when the youngest son, Anthony, announced that he had just signed up at an army recruitment office in Cambridge Road, Portsmouth.
There were audible gasps around the table, then some laughter, as his older brother and sister shared their disbelief that he would be able to handle life in the British army.'
'Oh, come on, stop kiddin','
sneered Luke, the eldest. 'You didn't really do that, did you?'
'You're not even strong enough to survive the basic training.' muttered Verity.
Tony, the 'new recruit', looked at Freya, his
mother, for help but she was just gazing at him smiling. Freya finally spoke, she asked quite simply, 'Do you really intend to make your own bed every morning?'
The
American Air Force unveiled its new Battle Dress Uniform today. The utilitarian thing about the new uniform said Air Force representatives was that it has a built-in reversible Hawaiian shirt.
'This helps
keep troops at the ready,' said one Air Force Official. 'If they are off duty they simply turn the shirt inside-out and come into work.'
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all
gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya
uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but it’s not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's
no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez it’s only just like walking
to the windmill in the back paddock!!
This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's arse and it
don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target -
it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes
yagotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the
muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick
handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the
boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is. Your loving daughter,
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