"Life is full of opportunities, if you know how to take them" Topic

Your status and the opportunities that life can bring are often determined by personal history. People have long been identified by their lineage. Do you come from people who ride horses, a caballero, or are you a person who walks, a peon?

You know what I'm saying. How do you see yourself in military history, what arm, what battles, what era?

What nonsense.

I'm in supply. I'll get the trucks there on time, someone else will be driving due to my orders.

Peon with delusions of grandeur.

Viking, large axe, unsocial attitude. 11th century.

I know how to saddle up and ride.

I'm just not stupid enough to do full contact jousting like some of my friends!

Selling bad drink and questionable eats to both sides. Don't matter whose head is on the coin, as long as it rings true.

That information is above your clearance.

I know that I can fit into my dad's Air Force cold weather gear (from when he was stationed at Goose Bay in the early 50's.) Beyond that, I don't know (but I'll be ready when the next Ice Age reaches Florida…. ;-)

I would be a Peon like my humble ancestors from Lakonia, Greece. My son is currently in the Cavalry (Armored Recon).

Assistant latrine digger, second class, if I get really, really lucky.

Running the Army Brothel.

I'd be running Rick's Cafe…

I see myself as a US Army "Red Leg" during Desert Storm.

I'd be a famous warrier 2-300 years ago. Don't know if I'd be famous for having 1 wife and many horses, or 1 horse and many wives. Either way I'd spend a lotta time fighting.

All peasant and proletarian credentials in good order. The only family member I am aware of riding into battle used a tank.

Of course, I have loyalist ancestors as well so some may have been of the "better sort."

In military history? Poor bloody infantry, pick your century, none of this officer guff for us. Preferably in some period that involved hiding behind trees picking off the "better sort" at long range.

A cavalryman riding to the sound of the guns.

I come from a long line of "gentlemen" descended from a Saxon thegn, (later descendant raised to earl), with a bit of Scots thrown in the mix. So infantry officers that learned to ride at some point. (At least one gg grandpappy on my mother's side was a Union cavalry man.)

But given my druthers, I'd be a pilot.

Air mobile capable senior master chowhound at a major SAC base.

My ancestors rode horses, jumped out of airplanes and patched up the wounded. I opt for quartermaster corps.

Though managing the Bordel Militaire de Campagne does have its attractions…

Depends on which branch of the family history you follow. One side has British and Dutch gentry mixed in (because some of those guys slept with every woman within reach) and the other has men who kept the horsemen at bay with pikes.

Quality Inspector at the Field Brothel…

Complaining old grognard.

I was the weapons control officer on the USS Bedford…

I'm stuck instructing basic to a bunch of no good conscripts wondering who I gotta suck up to or bribe to get out of this god forsaken unit.

My father fixed jets in the from the Vietnam era through the end of the Cold War. He got off the farm for the price of his hearing.

My grandfather on my mother's side was a pipe fitter on the USS Vestal parked right next to the Arizona when it blew up at Pearl Harbor. He caught a piece of shrapnel through he face and lived but people say he was never the same.

Rome: Consul
War of the Roses: Yorkist
Thirty Years War: Mercenary
English Civil War: Officer, New Model Army
Seven Years War: Junior Officer, French Artillery
American War of Independence: Captain, American Cavalry
ACW: Captain, Confederate Cavalry
Spanish American War: Sergeant, 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry (Rough Riders)
WWI: Pilot, Imperial German Air Service
WWII: Private (later Sergeant), United States Army Infantry
Korea: Lieutenant, United States Army Infantry
Viet Nam: Sergeatt, United States Marine Corps (I would have volunteered rather than be drafted).