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had a Russian teacher in the military who was so sweet you'd get a contact toothache after 2 minutes in the same room. claimed she met her american husband because she was the only one who smiled back at him when he was doing the tourist thing, which totally blew her away after growing up being scolded and teased for being so friendly. not a hard sell for someone who maintained a model kindergarten teacher demeanor while trapped in a room with a bunch of, while obedient, cocky lowest-common-denomimator amry bois, airmans, seamen, and oddly intelligent crayon-eating assholes for a year.

we were spoiled with our teachers in general, the other Russian teaching groups had a reputation for strict observation of culturally accurate classroom rules, including merciless ridicule of idiocy, which was absolutely rampant in those classrooms. for better or worse, they graduated more of us, and didn't make any marines breakdown in tears in front of the other branches.

I know you guys pretty much have to look out for uncle sam first, but I still love you for backing up my barracks lawyer bullshit that one time my company commander tried to bully me into some stupid nonsense.

after 4 years spent in, I'm pretty sure it's going to have to be severely limited in order to spawn the sort of fiscal resourcefulness our armed forces have pretty much become innoculated against. which sucks mostly for lower enlisted, but embracing the suck is what it's all about.

technically, the military changes names for things every 15 goddamn minutes because PR and shit officers trying to look busy.

I'm no snake expert, but there's a lot out here in the desert and their temperaments vary quite a bit. if you can't control the head, and whatever you're using isn't longer than 6 or so feet, playing with their tails is a terrible way to find out how their day is going.