Originally Posted by sappersgt

My company had one Sergeant, an American and a former Marine Gunnery Sergeant from Duncan, Oklahoma. His speech was peppered with "Okieisms". Often we had to translate for the Afrikaners as to what polecats (smelling worse than), a junebug (quicker than a chicken on a), chiggers (y'all itch my ass like a bunch of) and cottonmouths (meaner than) were. The more complicated ones were sometimes a visual, like sh**tin in tall cotton or stickin yer p*cker in a nest a mud daubers.

His description of the weather was always interesting. It rained like a cow pissing on a flat rock. It was hotter than Georgia asphalt. Hotter than a June bride in a feather bed was pretty creative, as was my favorite, "Hotter than two rats fu(king in a wool sock". That one took a little imagination.

I can remember the Sergeant yelling, "I am old enough to be your father, as a matter of fact I might BE your father!". He then said we were what happens when first cousins marry and proof that Darwin was wrong about advancement of the species.

The Sergeant could and would give an absolutely world class ass chewing. When I became company Sergeant I unashamedly borrowed much of his material, I had learned from the best.