Some grunt work can kill your body or your soul. Some turn you into the bearer of the worst news.
In the Army, porta-shitters are a way of life. When they need to be emptied, they’re a way of death.
There’s shitty jobs, and then there’s shit jobs, where you’re literally handling shit. Or burning it. #Army#DirtyJobs#ShitBurner
Ever have to peel potatoes for 1,500 dudes? If not, consider yourself lucky.
Many idiots accuse Popp of “selling the Army.” Clearly they have no idea what they’re talking about.
When your plane is on fire, you have to think fast and/or die hard.
When you’ve faced your own death many times, and seen many other men meet their own maker, it eventually sets in how lucky you are.
When life and death are on the line, your feelings of inadequacy and what you think is fair are irrelevant.
There’s no such thing as a good witch hunt, not in the military, the government, or the civilian sector. Also in the news, binge drinking among women has doubled. Gee, I wonder why…
Some butthurt whiny crybaby cowards decided to throw some liberal talking points and personal attacks at the last episode. Big mistake. The men and women who sign over their immortal soul for the purpose of defending your way of life do not need your approval, but some gratitude wouldn’t be out of line. Happy Thanksgiving!
You asked, Popp answers: What makes a good leader?
You haven’t lived until you’ve scared two women completely unconscious.