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	<description>These Are Not Your Daddy&#039;s Military Stories</description>
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		<title>Chewy And Friends Attend A Wedding; Chewy Says &#8216;F It, I Quit&#8217;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 12:02:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The ghosts that we knew made us black and all blue But we’ll live a long life And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view And we’ll live a long life” -Mumford and Sons I’m standing at the side of the altar, hands clasped behind my back, when all hell breaks loose.  The bride’s headpiece has fallen off for the third or fourth time, just as both she and the groom are in the middle of exchanging their wedding vows.  Laughter erupts from &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/chewy-and-friends-attend-a-wedding-chewy-says-f-it-i-quit/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ski&#8217;s Last Day: How That Big Meathead Went Out In Style</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 11:17:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[All good things come to an end.  My friend, Ski, eventually EAS’d from the Marine Corps.  His wild antics, crude behavior, and I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude had to find a place elsewhere.  He was going home to Boston.  But, that doesn’t mean he didn’t go out with a bang on his last day as an active-duty Marine. Ski EAS’d at noon on a Friday.  At around 1230, he pulled his car up to the gravel in front of our barracks so he could pack his belongings.  (We &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/skis-last-day-how-that-big-meathead-went-out-in-style/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Quick Note: Ski&#8217;s Reputation Precedes Him</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 11:35:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the funniest things Ski ever told me was something his mother said after he EAS’d—a quote that I’ve enthusiastically used in a few stories: “I actually felt more comfortable when you and your brother were in Iraq… because at least I knew you two were being professional.” L-O-MOTHAFUCKIN’-L!  That line never gets old. If you read it, then you’ll realize that Ski had a brother who served during the same time.  I’ve never really mentioned him in any of the stories because I &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/a-quick-note-skis-reputation/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Quotes By JR</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2012 12:11:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recently moved out of a nice little house I was renting.  Balls’ brother-in-law suggested I move in with his friend, JR… so I did. He’s the archetypal West Texas character.  After an enlistment in the Army, JR moved back to the Permian Basin and found considerable success working in the oil industry.  Because of his personality and local ties, I’ve designated him my unofficial culture-guide to West Texas.  (The devotee of this website knows I’m a born and raised Yankee who didn’t move to &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/quotes-by-jr/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ski Gets A Bright Idea; Convinces Chewy To Ingest A Life Threatening Substance</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2012 22:18:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I try not to live my life with any regrets.  Every mistake or ridiculous situation I’ve ever put myself in (or others have), no matter how idiotic, has been something I’ve tried to take a little wisdom from—or at the very least, a good laugh.  But sometimes there are things you look back on and cringe when you realize how extremely stupid they were. Here are my top three: My Jesus Faze: During my junior year of high school, I went through some weird spiritual &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/ski-gets-a-bright-idea-convinces-chewy-to-ingest-a-life-threatening-substance/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Marines Survive Vegas</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 11:21:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[AS ORIGINALLY SEEN ON THE RHINO DEN Our body is a temple.  We must cherish it, harness it, and nurture it.  But when Marine Corps Ball season comes around, our nation’s Soldiers of the Sea treat their temples the same way the Chinese treated temples when they invaded Tibet—by burning and pillaging the ever-loving shit out of them.  It’s all about birthday season, my friends!  I’m talkin’ an absolute breakdown of military fraternization policy, abundant alcohol consumption, and a complete disregard for social standards.  From &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/marines-survive-vegas/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chewy And Friends Take A Trip; Chewy Pisses Everyone Off</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2012 08:47:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[All of these stories take place when my friends and I were young Marines at the top of our game.  Shit’s changed.  Now in our late twenties, the men I once knew as wild and hearty savages have turned into domesticated Average-Joes.  It’s a good thing, a sign of maturity.  But it doesn’t mean we still don’t have fun when we get around each other. I recently went out with a number of the characters I’ve written about for the “Bert” character’s bachelor party.  It &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/chewy-and-friends-take-a-trip-chewy-pisses-everyone-off/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>I Got Punted Out of College</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 20:06:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Those close to me know I’ve always dabbled in the written word.  However, I never made a tangible commitment to it until a few years ago when I found myself in an uncertain phase of my life.  Essentially, I had a lot of time on my hands.  Why?  I had just been kicked out of school.  Actually, it would be more appropriate to say I got punted out—with a big middle finger from the dean as I walked away with my tail in between my &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/i-got-tossed-out-of-school/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Taking A Leak With A Legend</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 21:52:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marines have an eternal love affair with Full Metal Jacket.  While mainstream America may just like it, Marines have elevated this film into the top annals of cult-status.  But, why do we like it so much?  Why has this flick become a fixation with every generation of Marines (and many people in other branches)?  It certainly can’t be the question of morality in the Vietnam War; films like Platoon already delve into that topic.  I don’t think it’s the combat scenes, either; Hamburger Hill does &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/taking-a-leak-with-a-legend/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Mikey&#8217;s Final Solution of the Sniper Question</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 07:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here I go again, another post on a heated topic.  I try to make sure the majority of content on this site is lighthearted and filled with lowbrow humor, but sometimes I see things that get me riled up to no end.     It’s one in the morning.  You can’t fall asleep, so you pop on the television and watch reruns of The Golden Girls on the Hallmark Channel.  Dorothy, Rose, Sophia, and the slutty chick are the only people worth watching on your &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/mikeys-final-solution-of-the-sniper-question/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Lance Corporal Ski&#8217;s Lonely Hearts Club Band</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 05:43:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I actually felt more comfortable when you and your brother were in Iraq; because at least I knew you two were being professional.” -Ski’s mother during a conversation with him after he returned home.  If you’ve read some of these stories, you should’ve already figured out that “giving a fuck” was not Ski’s forte.  In fact, Ski disliked formalities so much that he made it a point to test his chain-of-command’s patience at every opportunity.  But, being a habitual rule breaker didn’t mean he wasn’t &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/lance-corporal-skis-lonely-hearts-club-band/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Meltdown</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 02:30:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ve witnessed—and been a part of—Marines police calling everything from expended brass to cigarette butts, but you never expect to walk outside of your room in the morning and see a Marine police calling his own feces.  It was a hilarious testament to how far our platoon had gotten out of hand the night before. 12 Hours Earlier Sometimes people do erratic things when they get stressed or excited.  If you’re Britney Spears and you’re sick of being hounded by the paparazzi, you shave your &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/the-meltdown/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Veterans Want To Murder You&#8230; The News People Told Me So</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 03:31:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The nicest veterans of Schenectady, I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated the war the most, were the ones who’d really fought.” –Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five I’m going to take a minute and digress from my usual stories of humorous mishaps and stress-induced nonsense. I started this website because the people I’ve written about—my friends and former comrades—were and still are some of the most compassionate, most intelligent, and most amusing people I’ve ever met in my life. What mainly impresses &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/veterans-want-to-murder-you-the-news-people-told-me-so/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Corpsman Up: A Tale of Misadventure with Marine&#8217;s Best Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 22:55:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Warning: This story has been pieced together from shitty memory and an erratic idea of the events that took place.  The Navy Corpsman.  A token Sailor in the midst of a rabid pack of mongrels.  Your Corpsman is supposed to be your voice of reason.  He’s the guy that says “You shouldn’t be doing that” on a Saturday night at the barracks when your platoon is shitfaced and piling up mattresses so they can jump off the roof.  He’s the one that reaffirms your commanding &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/corpsman-up-a-tale-of-misadventure-with-marines-best-friend/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Operation Train Wreck</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 19:51:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[May A Few Years after EAS There’s that old chestnut routine you&#8217;ve probably seen in numerous cartoons, television shows, and movies.  The one where a character, usually the protagonist, is facing some sort of moral dilemma and is met by two miniaturized versions of himself advantageously placed on both of his shoulders—one, a harp carrying cherub who is supposed to represent his better judgment… and the other a devious, cloven-hoofed imp who symbolizes his more sinful desires. I found myself in this scenario every time I was &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/operation-train-wreck/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>How The OOD Stole Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 22:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So about a month ago, my friend Mark the WOP was telling me this hilarious story about the time he and some other Marines got shitfaced and decided to randomly celebrate Christmas. I tried writing the story in a normal format, but found it wasn&#8217;t as funny as the way he told it to me. So I’ve just decided to bastardize Dr. Seuss and do some poetry. Mind you, I’ve switched a little bit of the dialogue up, but this no shit happened. In the scorching July &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/how-the-ood-stole-christmas/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Stupid Shit I’ve Done: A Compilation of Military Miscellany in Four Really Short Stories</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 22:08:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Brokeback Wasteland It’s not gay if you’re in the field and you know it. There’s nothing in the least bit homosexual about snuggling with someone of the same sex if you’re doing for comfort or survival reasons. Lord knows I remember my first time. It was my third deployment. I should have been seasoned enough to have known certain things at this point, but I completely failed to live up to my saltiness when I forgot my cold weather sleeping bag on ship right before &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/stupid-shit-i%e2%80%99ve-done-a-compilation-of-military-miscellany-in-five-really-short-stories/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Letters from Amboy: The Diary of a Marine Insurgent</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 16:51:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I ran out into the wide-open. “POP THE WHITE STAR, CHEWY!” My platoon sergeant screamed. I grabbed the ten inch canister with one hand, put it up to my crotch as I leaned back, and smacked the bottom of it. SUCCESS! I sent a 300-roper of glory into the dark sky and lit that bitch up like the wrath of God. &#8220;Hey, Staff Sergeant, did you see that massive load I just shot? I just gave the atmosphere a bukkake!&#8221; I yelled with a retarded &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/letters-from-amboy-the-diary-of-a-marine-insurgent/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A Little Run, Just For Fun</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 17:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I loved being stationed at Camp Pendleton. Sandwiched between the bustling Orange and San Diego counties, Pendleton is one of the last glimpses of untouched natural coastline and hill range in Southern California. Sporadic camps that house Marines sit in this natural preserve, and all it takes is a quick jog to find yourself completely secluded in some sort of beach, hilltop, or canyon area. We lived in an isolated little camp that was only a mile from the ocean and we had a beautiful &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/a-little-run-just-for-fun-2/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Trolling The Troops: Children&#8217;s Edition</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 10:20:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was November of 1990. I was a seven year old Cub Scout sitting in my kitchen along with my fellow troop members. We were giving a violent stir to a bowl full of cookie dough. Every thirty seconds or so, my mother’s voice would come from the other side of the room, “Stop eating that.” I knew the cookies weren’t for me, but I didn’t give a shit. I had to feed my fat little belly. Even though I was doing my best to &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/trolling-the-troops-childrens-edition/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Party Like A Rock Star</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 12:22:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Like I wrote in previous stories, my second deployment was a splendid little trip, a MEU that took us all over the world.  We did a little time in Iraq, but we also got to explore exotic libo ports and train with foreign militaries during the seven month deployment—an opportunity that few Marines had during that timeframe. One of the things many individuals on a MEU get to do is have their loved ones on a Tiger Cruise.  A Tiger Cruise is a program the &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/party-like-a-rock-star/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Rambi: King of the Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 13:16:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here’s a funny story sent to me by D. Bjorn from standatease.org.  It&#8217;s a great podcast (with great guests) involving active-duty and veteran issues.  My favorite is episode 9: We were out at LZ Bluebird at Camp Lejeune – must have been around April or May of ‘87.  My company had gone out early to do the pre-set-up to a CAX that was going to happen in a few weeks.  For some reason, my platoon seemed to get shafted with gear watches during the work &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/rambi-king-of-the-forest/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>You&#8217;ve Got to Praise Him Like I Do</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 08:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I woke up from a kick.  My eyes were red like a stoner’s, a result of two weeks training in the baron Kuwaiti desert with little sleep and a lot of physical exertion.  I was trying to gather my bearing when another boot came swooping up underneath my cot and hit me on the ass. “What the fuck, man?!” I screamed in confusion. “Hey, Chewy, c’mon,” a voice said.  “Let’s go to church.” I squinted my eyes and looked up at a shadowy figure.  He &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/youve-got-to-praise-him-like-i-do/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ski Loses His Libo Buddy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 10:25:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“That was some ballsy shit you just did, Marine,” the Sergeant Major confidently stated as he peered into Glenn Beck’s eyes.  “That was fuckin’ awesome.” A Sergeant Major telling a young Corporal something like this isn’t that uncommon in the Marine Corps, but it’s usually only reserved for moments after combat… not after a Marine completely disrespects the top level of his chain-of-command in a libo port. Twenty-four hours earlier We woke up feeling suicidal that morning.  It had been our first night in Australia &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/ski-loses-his-libo-buddy/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>A WWII Vet Gets In On The GUSMCOY Action</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 09:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Most military members can smell each other from a mile away.  It’s the haircut, swagger, and language that usually gives it away.  Military folks (especially Marines) carry a distinct stench with them that few people outside of their own species are capable of identifying.  This recognition is typically reserved for those of the same breed, but sometimes we can spot the others.  When we do, we tend to gravitate to that poor soul who has volunteered his or her existence to a lifestyle that few &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/a-wwii-vet-gets-in-on-the-gusmcoy-action/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Day Uncle Ed Invaded Oceanside</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 06:39:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The 21st first birthday celebration has become a holiday within itself for most Americans.  Some young men and women throughout our great nation meticulously plan the day they’ll have their first legal drink… and then the other fifty drinks and subsequent stomach pump is just a bonus to a night of premeditated debauchery. Nobody really tells you that when you enlist in the military, you can pretty much kiss the enjoyment of holidays goodbye.  By my second year in the Marine Corps, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/the-day-uncle-ed-invaded-oceanside/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Arabian Desert Massacre</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 13:50:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I always found it hilarious when people back home would say: “You were in Iraq? What’s it like?” What the fuck do you think it’s like?  It’s a goddamn shithole with a bunch of goddamn sectarian violence.  What do you want me to tell you, that Iraq rains gumdrops, has yellow brick roads, and is flooded with rivers of chocolate? (Their rivers are dark brown, but that’s not chocolate, my friends.) This was always my simple response to people: “Driving from Kuwait to Iraq is &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/the-arabian-desert-massacre-2/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Wog-Dog Chronicles</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 15:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The United States Marine Corps is an organization and culture that thrives on legends and folklore.  Part of what makes a Marine a Marine is not only his appreciation for the true traditions of the establishment, but he also embraces and has knowledge of the myths.  Much like the Brothers Grimm took disturbing German fairy-tales and made them beloved worldwide…plus, made Walt Disney insanely rich—Marines have given the United States a plethora of military legends.  Many Marines cling to these tales that have been told &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/the-wog-dog-chronicles/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Dessert In The Desert</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 04:20:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is an early story written for the Gus Mcoy manuscript&#8211;unedited and short.  Enjoy the reintroduction to a couple of characters.    Diyalah region, Iraq.  Spring. I was in the middle of my 3rd deployment to Mess O’Potomia and I’m not going to lie, I began to get that unpleasant, “Ah, man, I’m really starting to push my luck here,” feeling with every patrol my platoon went on.  Things had been going pretty well so far—meaning no one had been shot or blown up thus &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/dessert-in-the-desert/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Stealing From Scum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 06:28:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jack Mandaville</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since 1964, every Marine Corps recruit who has attended bootcamp at MCRD-San Diego has gone up north to Edson Range on Camp Pendleton, CA. This occurs at about week seven of the  recruit training period. All the recruits in a training company pile into a bus on MCRD, then they proceed up north where they will go through a rigorous four weeks of marksmanship training, field training, hiking, and the culmination of their bootcamp experience will be the Crucible, a seventy-two hour marathon of constant &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://www.gusmcoy.com/stealing-from-scum/">READ ALL</a>]]></description>
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