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You Know You've Been At National Blue Beret Too Long When...
Dredged up by C/Maj Mike Crockett, CadetStuff Staff
(Editor's note: Mike Crockett attended, like, his fifteenth NBB this year. He
passed along the benefit of his experience in CadetStuff's May issue in an article
entitled: "Five Tips for Blue Beret".)
The Top 10
A 5-minute shower is long.
You think that laundry automatically does itself at night.
You hear several loud booms that shake the building and say,
“It’s just another bomb raid.”
You name your lineman's batons.
You talk to the plane while you’re marshalling it.
You marshall other people towards you so you can talk to
them.
You’re being relieved from flight line and you hop in the
van and the rest of your flight screams, “JUMPER IN, GO GO
GO!”
Writing smiley faces in the dust on your boots becomes an
everyday occurrence.
You start developing incredibly creative ways of hiding your
orange vest while you are wearing it, like putting it underneath
your clothing.
You make a list of reasons you’ve been at Blue Beret too
long.
The Other 90
You recognize an outsider by their clean smell.
Your arms sporadically move up and down in a come
ahead motion.
8 hours of sleep is too much.
You feel alone when there are only 12 people in the van.
A vehicle with seats is a luxury.
You cant fall asleep unless you turn on a recording of
a hostile fly-by.
Youve named the dust bunnies under your bed.
You think an orange vest is flattering.
You automatically salute when a white van passes.
You think t-shirts come in 2 colors, brown and more brown.
You think that for every 1 girl there are 12 guys.
You try and salute an officer even though you are both in
civvies.
You have a raccoon tan line.
You wake up in the middle of the night and talk to people.
Sleep consists of REM and GOTO.
You go through 10 coloring books.
You think there is an actual difference between water and
H2O.
You know 10 ways to shine your boots.
You can easily recognize the difference between a PA-28 and a
PA-27 whereas before you couldnt distinguish the difference between a C-5 and an
F-15.
You response to a knock at the door is a loud masculine,
BARTH!
Mosquito bites begin to look like freckles.
Youre standing downwind from Delta and you realize you
can really smell them.
Youre in a van and a guy says, Look 9:00
and you go, Oh, the one in the purple shirt?
Red is your natural skin color.
You amuse yourself by shooting rubber gloves.
"Buttmuch" is a term of endearment.
You throw your dishes in the garbage.
You walk up to people and say, Its all good,
eh.
Youre from Mass and all yall is a
normal part of your vocabulary.
You forget to salute an LT because theyre all in the
corps with you.
You understand Alpha flight when they report.
You look forward to the arrival of the septic tank pumping
truck.
You can look at a guy and know that he just earned 5 points.
You wake up at 4 just to take a 2 minute shower.
Part of your home first escape plan is to include your
blanket and flashlight.
5 minutes of sleep is a gift from god.
A teaspoon of Mountain Dew is a weeks worth of caffeine.
Your best friend is Operation Thirst.
You start to like KP.
You start to think the pink FAA shirts are stylish.
Your biggest worry is if your beret is shaped right.
You shave your beret more than your legs.
You refer to Echo Flight Commander as Mom and the
compound as Home.
You can do a dramatic interpretation of the Blue Beret Creed.
When someone says Taco instead of envisioning
food you think a large man with no hair.
To pass the time you sing 499 bottles of beer on the wall.
You find it a privilege to shave your legs.
You can predict the next move of an aerobatic stunt plane.
You have a perfect kill record of anything that flies and
bites you.
You can do a million different tricks with your batons on
flight line and not hit yourself with them.
You think your web gear is a purse.
You can play any rhythm from any song with your batons on a
cone or on your lap.
You think taking a knee is a nap.
You know the number of planes in a parking row.
You entertain yourself by making shadow puppets on the cones
on flight line.
You practice your flanks and columns around a cone on flight
line.
You think your green wristband is a form of ID.
You think entertainment is polishing your boots.
You have to remind Piper about asking a survey question.
You can fit 13 people in the flight line van and still have
room to move around.
Your nightly ritual ends with the BEAVER SONG.
You see a plane flying overhead and try to marshall it from
the ground.
You accept the fact that Adams goes for 12 yr. olds.
Your flight sings This is the song that never
ends as loud as they can on the way back from flight line.
You have your own art gallery.
You have a permanent beret mark on your forehead.
You hate airplanes.
The septic tank area outside the mess hall becomes a hang out
place.
Spending 1 hr in Wally World isnt enough.
121.775 is your favorite radio station.
Youve designed a system of Morse code to talk through
the barracks walls.
You run out of cadences to sing on the way to flight line.
You feel naked when you arent wearing your orange vest.
Theres more beret fuzz on your head than hair.
You walk into the male barracks just to play golf.
You cant fall into formation properly because
youre all officers.
You refer to yourself by your last name in your dreams.
School sounds like fun.
You want to go back to work.
You start thinking that getting hit by a propeller isnt
that bad.
You count golf carts in your sleep.
Your motto becomes The mission comes first and
then we kill them.
Everyone knows the words to Youve Lost That
Loving Feeling.
You gamble with popcorn.
Baughman runs out of planes to name.
You have shaving parties involving: Sunblock, Razors, and
Berets.
You realize the eighth basic response is BITE ME,
SIR!
You see a black flag and run to put on blue shorts.
You hide your locker keys in your shoes expecting no one will
find them and thinking that you wont forget theyre there.
You forget to say OUCH! when you hit your head on
the top bunk.
Cadet Major Mike Crockett is the "Cadet Commander Emeritus" (according to the MDWG Group IV C/CC) of the
Bethesda-Chevy Chase Composite Squadron , which despite his constant meddling, managed to become the 2000 Maryland Wing Squadron of Merit, and Squadron of the year, in addition to receiving a Unit Citation.
He is also 2001 recipient of the AFA Outstanding CAP Cadet Award for his
squadron.