<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:41:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gunner's Military Humor - USAFNS</title><description>Send me your Military related jokes to: webmaster@usafns'.'com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Note: Remove the single quotes (').</description><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/humor.html</link><managingEditor>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7778827018579654676</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T14:33:57.049-05:00</atom:updated><title>You gotta love the Marines</title><atom:summary type='text'>In addition to communicating with the local Air Traffic Control facility, all aircraft in the Persian Gulf AOR are required to give the Iranian Air Defense Radar (military) a ten minute 'heads up' if they will be transiting Iranian airspace.This is a common procedure for commercial aircraft and involves giving them your call sign, transponder code, type aircraft, and points of origin and </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2009/02/you-gotta-love-marines.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-55570098819306263</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T19:37:26.399-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Naval Conference</title><atom:summary type='text'>A U.S.  Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies.   At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries.  Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a French admiral suddenly complained that, '</atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/10/naval-conference.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-6515610011683307110</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T19:36:45.342-04:00</atom:updated><title>Conference in France</title><atom:summary type='text'>Then there was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American.   During a break one of the French engineers came back into the room saying "Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done?  He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims.  What does he intended to do, bomb them?"A Boeing engineer stood </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/10/conference-in-france.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-317090935910196243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T19:38:30.346-04:00</atom:updated><title>Colin Powell in England</title><atom:summary type='text'>When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of empire building' by George Bush.He answered by saying, "Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/10/colin-powell-in-england.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7390108128145235469</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T16:35:41.295-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pistol</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flask of whiskey</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Desert Storm</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>survival knife</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pilot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>parachute</category><title>And the moral of the story is...</title><atom:summary type='text'>And the moral of the story is...     The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment:  Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.     The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.     "Tony, do you have a story to share?" "Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/08/and-moral-of-story-is.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-5919039290260193447</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T15:33:11.277-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>majors</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recruit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hogs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>colonels</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Captain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wood</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>route marches</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sergeant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mash</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>feed</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Marine Corps</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fire</category><title>Letter from a New Marine Recruit at MCRD San Diego</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear Ma and Pa,I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/08/letter-from-new-marine-recruit-at-mcrd.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-7494544545546742805</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T15:19:49.577-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Navy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Air Force</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Control Tower</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>American Airlines</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Marine Corps</category><title>What time is it?</title><atom:summary type='text'>On some air bases, the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time is it?"The tower responded, "Who is calling?"The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"The tower replied, "It makes a lot of difference.If it is an American </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/07/what-time-is-it.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-9043496962066093021</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 23:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T15:22:32.986-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NAS Pensacola</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>World War II</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Zeroes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japanese</category><title>Brash Pilot</title><atom:summary type='text'>    It  seems that a young man volunteered for military service during World War II.  He had such a high aptitude for aviation that he was sent right to Pensacola  Naval Air Station - skipping recruit training.    The  very first day at Pensacola he solos and is the best flier on  the base. All they could do was give him his gold wings and assign him  immediately to an aircraft carrier in the </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/07/brash-pilot.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-3321094197206019817</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 23:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-31T19:49:06.511-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fighter Pilot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>F-16</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>C-130</category><title>Fighter Pilots</title><atom:summary type='text'>A C-130 was flying on a mission when a cocky F-16 fighter pilot flew up next to him. The F-16 jock told the C-130 pilot, "watch this!" and promptly went into a barrel roll followed by a steep climb. He then finished with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier. The F-16 pilot asked the C-130 pilot what he thought of that. The C-130 pilot said, "That was impressive, but watch this!"  The C-130 </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/05/fighter-pilots.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2708618222379839172</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-27T20:14:10.691-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>forward watch</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>seamanship</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>man overboard</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chief</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Landing Signal Officer</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>OOD</category><title>Seamanship Test</title><atom:summary type='text'>One time during the underway watch the OOD decided to test a Chief Petty Officer's seamanship. "Chief, what would you do if the forward watch fell off the side of the ship?""Easy, sir, I'd call 'Man Overboard' and follow the Man Overboard procedures.""What would you do if an officer fell overboard?""Hmmm," The Chief said, "Which one, sir?"</atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/04/seamanship-test.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-393068554746932536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-25T15:52:25.558-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Seaman</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sailors</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bootcamp</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pansy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Liberal</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Master Chief</category><title>The Master Chief</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Master Chief noticed a new Seaman one day and barked at him to come in "What is your name?" was the first thing the Master Chief asked the new guy."John," the new guy replied. The Master Chief scowled, "Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart, liberal pansy stuff they're teaching Sailors in Bootcamp today, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/04/master-chief.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2275631416019460318</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T20:08:24.088-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Navy Chief</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Boatswain's Mate</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bartender</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>martini</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Veteran Bar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Marines</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Master Chief</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Retired Chiefs</category><title>Veteran's Bar</title><atom:summary type='text'>Four retired Navy Chief's are walking down the street window shopping. Then they turn a corner and see a sign that says "Veterans Bar" over thedoorway of an entry into an establishment that doesn't look all that well kept up. They look at each other then go in. On the inside, they realize inthis case, they could judge the 'book by it's cover'.The old bartender says in a voice that carries across </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/04/veterans-bar.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-3032339200864430178</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-01T17:53:28.273-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pan Am 747</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pilot</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Air Controller</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Frankfurt Airport</category><title>Air Contollers &amp; Pilots</title><atom:summary type='text'>The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.Speedbird 206: " </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/04/air-contollers-pilots.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-4171418471147858558</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-17T12:44:16.805-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bible</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Navy Chief</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>old preacher</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>whiskey</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Centerfold</category><title>Old Country Preacher's Son</title><atom:summary type='text'>An old southern country preacher from  Georgia had a teenage son named  David and it was getting time the boy should  give some thought to choosing  a profession. Like many young men, the boy  didn't really know what he  wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned  about it.One day,  while the boy was away at school, his father decided  to try an experiment.  He went into the boy's room and </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/03/old-country-preachers-son.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-1471514208201837170</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-01T20:41:18.796-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Navy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Seaman</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Petty Officer</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Flagpole</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>CPO</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chief</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Naval Academy</category><title>Erecting a Flagpole</title><atom:summary type='text'>One last class before graduation at the Naval Academy and the Instructor gave out one final assignment."Given one 20 foot metal pole, two bags of cement, a selection of shovels, a wheel barrow, and any other  tools you might find necessary, AND One Chief, one Petty Officer and a selection of Seamen, DESCRIBE The process you will take to erect the pole so that a flag hung from it can be seen from </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/03/erecting-flagpole.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-2395111986431420911</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-10T18:09:07.261-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>LSO</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>highline</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Landing Signal Officer</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>USS Newport News (CA-148)</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>CWO2</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>CWO3</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>WO1</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Boatswain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chris Schmidt</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Da Nang</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>C. F. David</category><title>Ship's Boatswain in a Quandry</title><atom:summary type='text'>I was a brand new pin-stripe WO1 serving with a CWO3 Boatswain on the USS Newport News (CA-148) in late 1967.  As we were about to pull into Da Nang harbor to take a two star admiral and his staff aboard (CTG 77.7.3 if I recall correctly).  Originally, the plan was to highline the admiral and his staff aboard.  But shortly after setting the highline detail, a low lying fog obscured visibility.  </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/03/ships-boatswain-in-quandry.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-864982733435027889</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T17:56:43.887-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Major</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Lieutenant</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Captain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Marine Corps</category><title>The Gunny sez...</title><atom:summary type='text'>A group of Marine Corp Officers are standing around talking when a Lieutenant said, "I feel that making love is 80% fun and 20% work."Captain responded by saying, "No, I think that making love is more work than that. I would say that it is 60% fun and 40% work."Then a Major says, "No, making love is definitely way more work than  that. I would say that it is 20% fun and 80% work."They are all </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/02/gunny-sez.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-1552643928638279620</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-24T11:21:29.494-05:00</atom:updated><title>Late for Work</title><atom:summary type='text'>    He just couldn't seem  to get to work on time.  Every day he was 5, maybe  10 minutes  late.   He was very conscientious, very sharp and  very  productive.   This was a second career for the gentleman so the  Boss was   in a quandary about what to do about it.   Finally, he decided he needed  to talk to him  and called him into the office for a chat. "Bill, I have to tell you, I  like your </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/02/late-for-work.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-117150434843421998</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-14T20:52:28.466-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Marine's Watch </title><atom:summary type='text'>A Marine walks into a Beaufort SC bar and takes a seat next to a very  attractive woman.He gives her a quick glance then casually looks at his  watch for a moment.The woman looks at his wrist and remarks, "That's  some watch.I've never seen anything like it before. What is  it?""I just got this," he replies. "It's a new military issue.  It  has a small computer chip which has threat detection and</atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/02/marines-watch.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-116899587244667773</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-16T20:07:14.096-05:00</atom:updated><title>Last Requests</title><atom:summary type='text'>Bob Sheiffer, Tom Brokaw, Katie Couric and a tough old U.S. Marine sergeant were all captured by terrorists in Iraq. The leader of the terrorists told them that he would grant them each one last request before they were beheaded. Sheiffer said, "I'd like one last bowl of hot spicy chili." The leader nodded to an underling who left and returned with the chili. Sheiffer ate it and said, "Now I can </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/01/last-requests.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-116784826554078229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-03T13:20:02.303-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ma Bell and the Writer</title><atom:summary type='text'>A man decided to write a book about famous churches around the military. He bought a plane ticket to Camp Lejeune, thinking he would start by working his way across the USA from south to north.  On his first day he was inside the Base Chapel taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall above a sign that read "$10,000 per call".  The man, being intrigued, asked a </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2007/01/ma-bell-and-writer.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-113912949721316504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2006 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-05T08:41:33.876-05:00</atom:updated><title>Gourmet application of MREs or How I Entertain a New Date</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you don't get a laugh out of this one, you have no sense of  humor or have never eaten MREs!  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------How I Entertain a New Date:I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2006/02/gourmet-application-of-mres-or-how-i.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112912765874792834</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-12T10:34:18.783-04:00</atom:updated><title>NO SEX SINCE 1955 </title><atom:summary type='text'>  NO SEX SINCE 1955  &lt;?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /&gt;     A crusty old Sergeant  Major found himself at a gala event,  hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of  extremely young, idealistic ladies in  attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for  conversation.  She  said,  "Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man.  Is something  bothering </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2005/10/no-sex-since-1955.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112627331605318355</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-09T09:41:56.096-04:00</atom:updated><title>Maintenance Monkey</title><atom:summary type='text'> A man walked into a pet store and was  looking at the animals on display. While he was there, a First Class  Petty Officer from the local Navy base  walked in and  said to the shopkeeper, "I'll take a maintenance  monkey,  please." The man nodded, went to a cage at the side of the store  and took out a monkey. He put a collar and leash on the animal and  handed it the PO1,  saying, "That'll be </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2005/09/maintenance-monkey.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948791.post-112543238428502497</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-08-30T16:06:24.303-04:00</atom:updated><title>War-Weary American Marine</title><atom:summary type='text'>&lt;?/bigger&gt;&lt;?/bigger&gt;&lt;?/fontfamily&gt;The train  was quite crowded, so the U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a  seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well-dressed middle-aged French  woman's poodle.    The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that  seat?"    The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in  particular, "Americans are so rude.    My little Fifi is using </atom:summary><link>http://www.usafns.com/milhumor/2005/08/war-weary-american-marine.html</link><author>c.mitchell@suddenlink.net (~G)</author></item></channel></rss>