Zero Hour (Expeditionary Force, #5)

by Craig Alanson

the Marine Corps doesn’t much care whether you’re having a good morale day or not. You do your job, regardless. Semper fidelis. Not when-I’m-feeling-it fidelis.”

Oohrah

I think there is a way. Probably. Maybe. Ah, Ok, look, this has never been done before, but there is no reason it shouldn’t work.

I remember this being the case more than once in the Navy...

“Ok, a blonde, a brunette and a redhead were stranded on an island and the nearest civilization was fifty miles away. The redhead swam fifteen miles, got too tired to swim any more, and drowned. The brunette swam twenty miles, got too tired to swim any more, and drowned. The blonde swam twenty five miles, got tired, and swam back to the island.”

Haha

“Any light in the darkness is better than nothing, Skippy.” “Unless the darkness is a tunnel and the light is a train coming at you.”

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did you hear about the guy who worked at the brewery?” Poole’s expression was blank. “Sir?” I grinned. “His wife is at home, getting dinner ready, and a minister and the supervisor of the brewery knock on her door. I’m sorry, Ma’am, the supervisor says, your husband fell in a beer vat this morning and drowned. The wife looks back at the kitchen where the table is set for dinner. He fell in this morning, she asks, and you are only telling me now? Well, the supervisor says, it took a while because he got out a couple times to use the bathroom.”

Haha