What we need is a military historian to offer us some skewed perspectives on things he really doesn't understand.

What we need is a military historian to offer us some skewed perspectives on things he really doesn't understand.

Look at all that MALE PRIVILEGE.

B and B played a clip of Vin Scully describing D-Day while calling the Dodgers game. He described it in great detail and he ended it with "...and now, here we are watching a ball game"

Great way to give some perspective.

Back when I was in the US Army, doing Basic Training at Fort Samuel L Jackson, SC, we did a mock "Normandy Invasion" toward the end. A huge empty dirty field with concertina wire over trenches dug under them. we were to belly crawl with our weapons slung across our backs about half a football field under this concertina wire with live round tracers being fired overhead. Get up, run through obstacles (well marked) with live grenades (or something explosive) being detonated along the path (but behind walls), take up positions, fire LIVE ROUNDS with our rifles at targets that were like right there and then get back down on the ground and crawl another half football field under the concertina wire with live-round tracers flying overhead.

Thing is, tracers don't work well during the day. so they ran this demented Cedar Point ride in the middle of the night, toward the end of the bivouac week. I was all of 17 at the time, co-platoon leader (i know, right?) with this black girl with big ol tittays from Detroit. and way more confident in my know-it-all-ness than any time since then. So I pointed out the lack of historical accuracy to our team of drill sergeants. They took away my water. Again. Couldn't really beat recruits in the army by the time I enlisted. Fortunately.

Anyhow, I started telling the peeps in my platoon to say "Baise Moi" (bez-mwah) to greet the "French" we were supposedly liberating.

That phrase didn't mean anything close to what I thought it meant.

Wait, what? Dodgers didn't play on D-Day. No one did.

Also, weren't the teams composed of Rosie Odonnells and Lavernes by that point?

we're also 3 years shy of #42 on D-Day.

My mom was a liberal arts major with a minor in french. It's how I got my (real) name.... I was a strong willed child and would get yelled at in french, english, and latin. Every once and a while I'd stop her and say what does that mean?!

Back when I was in the US Army, doing Basic Training at Fort Samuel L Jackson, SC, we did a mock "Normandy Invasion" toward the end. A huge empty dirty field with concertina wire over trenches dug under them. we were to belly crawl with our weapons slung across our backs about half a football field under this concertina wire with live round tracers being fired overhead. Get up, run through obstacles (well marked) with live grenades (or something explosive) being detonated along the path (but behind walls), take up positions, fire LIVE ROUNDS with our rifles at targets that were like right there and then get back down on the ground and crawl another half football field under the concertina wire with live-round tracers flying overhead.

Thing is, tracers don't work well during the day. so they ran this demented Cedar Point ride in the middle of the night, toward the end of the bivouac week. I was all of 17 at the time, co-platoon leader (i know, right?) with this black girl with big ol tittays from Detroit. and way more confident in my know-it-all-ness than any time since then. So I pointed out the lack of historical accuracy to our team of drill sergeants. They took away my water. Again. Couldn't really beat recruits in the army by the time I enlisted. Fortunately.

Anyhow, I started telling the peeps in my platoon to say "Baise Moi" (bez-mwah) to greet the "French" we were supposedly liberating.

That phrase didn't mean anything close to what I thought it meant.

I'm pretty sure what you said means fuck me.

That explains our live fire exercise at Benning but no mention or theme of Normandy.

I was a strong willed child and would get yelled at in french, english, and latin. Every once and a while I'd stop her and say what does that mean?!

benning = 11 bang-bang
jackson = 71 limas and medics and drivers

we needed the extra motivation the mock-story provided to inspire us to be all we could've been, {had we not joined the US Army}

I believe we attacked Omaha Beach. This was before Peyton Manning made Omaha famous for more than being a beach in France.