Yeah but they cutted his head off.

an replaceded it with no ghetto

Yeah. I can't even find it. Ancient dupe. I like to think of ancient dupes like exhibits at a museum, or screenings of a classic movie. I think I asked what this was from and can't even remember? What's this from again?

Zest, it's from "Surviving Edged Weapons", an absolute masterpiece.

fuck yeah! The whole thing's up on YT now!

http://youtu.be/Q-lDtCHFmvg

Holy crap, this is hilarious. The guy slowly carving himself with a piece of glass is just gold.

Zest and Ham, the original is gold, but the dance remix is certified platinum- you'll find it on poetv or at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFr30p0aZl0

Hahahahahahahaha. I'm throwing stars at you but they aren't the edged ones. Thanks!

I have no idea what you're talking about. Five Stars.

Gear yourself up in your mind to be a terminator deathmachine and you've already won the hardest fight; the battle inside yourself.

Funny thing, oddeye, but that's absolutely true. Most people, myself included, are not cut out for combat (makes one wonder if maybe the whole war thing is a bad and unnatural concept). First time I was shot at I jumped like a landed trout, and a Sergeant growled at me to get my shit together. Learning to face that panic and to control it, to master it as best you can, is a hard and worthwhile thing. The example of the better men around me, guys who remind me of the coiffed Republican in this video, has forced me to try to live up to their standard. I'm still scared every time I go into a fight or a house fire, but I've found ways to empty my mind and react as I was trained to. Getting in touch with your terminator tulpa is a rewarding struggle for any of you bronies.
Like Euripides said, courage may be taught as a child is taught to speak.

My previous post, like all my posts, is universal truth. Regardless that was a very interesting story, what kind of stuff did you do as an infantryman?

Sometimes I wonder what I might have done in the armed forces. Probably guard a stack of potatoes or some shit.

I can see your point of view, but I think it's the combination of those sentiments and the rousing piano background music that really makes this clip.

Man, OP, even the most cowardly 11 Bravo is a badass in my books. Don't sell yourself short!

I mean, you know what I did? I sat in an air conditioned office in the Ozarks, filing paperwork and running background checks to see if terrorists were trying to infiltrate the Engineering School. They were not. You heard of a party MOS, right? Well, I was the guy who *babysat* the party MOSes. I braved papercuts, carpal tunnel, and Article 15s for fraternizing with cute girls from the Chemical Corps. The closest I ever came to hostile fire was when some EOD trainees fucked up and remotely detonated a half-ton of explosives clear on the other side of post.

So at ease with all that noble humility, Old People! You're a goddamn bouncer.

Today, we are all bouncers.

I'm not losing no fight to no bouncer out there on no website.
Oddeye: As an Infantryman, I fought in one of the least famous and most unpleasant places in Iraq, Ramadi. The whole time I was there I only saw two reporters, a clueless-looking hipster and an Al-Jazeera crew (whom we'd been taught to avoid because the insurgents would tip them off about IEDs and attacks and they would film us dying). My unit's main mission was to safeguard the MSR (Main Supply Route) through town by "interdicting" insurgents who were trying to place IEDs. We would sneak up on them with out nightvision goggles, or our Bradley gunners would spot them via infrared, and we'd shoot them. In addition, we ran raids for weapons and high-value targets, supported SF during their midnight goatfuck missions, led Iraqi patrols, set up ambushes for inbound bad guys, etc; we were truly jacks-of-all-trades, and I learned a lot. We were also on QRF (Quick Reaction Force) duty, meaning that at all times one of the three rifle platoons in the company had to be ready to go anywhere in town, whether to relieve an ambushed unit, add some punch to an assault, chase fleeing bad guys, whatever.
On one such mission, throwing back a massive insurgent assault that was trying to overrun a PA National Guard check point, we killed 36 insurgents (my count; the official body count was 72...) after we'd survived a mortar attack on our staging area and an RPG bombardment as we unassed from the Bradleys. We got some medals that time, and I still wear the PA Bloody Bucket combat patch- I've never been so impressed by anything as much as the courage of those National Guard dudes (all other Nasty Girls are POGs and shitbags, mind you).
EvilHomer, be proud of your service. You were a necessary cog in the massive mechanism of national defense that preserves our democracy and keeps the wolf from the door. If they'd sent you to the front, you'd have gone and done your duty. Plus you definitely got laid more than I did, so there's that.

So how many kids did you kill

Glad to hear you overcame all the odds and killed a bunch of brown people. Did you get the girl at the end too

Damn, y'all told me. I need to rethink my evil ways!

LOL

LOL, sorry Jet Bin.

You, sir, have made my day.