I'm sure all will remember

SNAFU = Situation Normal All Fouled?? Up!!

TARFU = Things Are Really Fouled?? Up!!

FUBAR = Fouled?? Up Beyond All Recognition!!

New Butter Bar Officer = ASTP 2nd Lt. Transferred In.

Sgtleo

Sarge, you missed the main one. Namely "your f****ing A right. Usually used with a basterdized bit of

French or Kraut words. I know spelling is wrong but like "partie" meaning get to hell out and leave and

"mungie" meaning eat or food", plus other things not acceptable here.. Seems we had a language of our own

and not fit for decent company.

Sgtleo, Joe I could add some, but thinking abit. I think I'll pass. Roque

I know what you mean Roque, thats why I quit before I got censored.

Warning, warning, adult content!

My imagination runs deep...

It was so hard to learn to control the tongue when first home!!

Had a buddy whose father was on the Board at Harvard College

and at a dinner an individual's name came up to which my buddy

asked calmly before a period of absolute prolonged silence:

"Dad are you talking about that No good Son of a B***h that had

so much S**T in his G*D D *D Blue Blood that he married a

girl with the reputation of a WE to stay out of the F*****G Army".

Dad's head and eyes indicated he should leave the dinner ASAP.

Rog. was a Tank Corps Officer and tried to apologize BUT...............

I had so others but was afraid you'd kill me M.

Sgtleo

I can remember when I was just a kid with my Dad on a fishing trip and he would set the alarm for 4AM or earlier. His usual wake up call was: "Alright...outta that fart sack!" The first time I heard him use that expression, I laughed so hard that I validated the term! 😆 God, I miss him...

Dogdaddy

Sarge:

My husband's brother finished his stint as an MP and had returned home. My husband said the entire family was sitting around the dinner table when all of a sudden in a very nonchalant voice, Mark called out, "Pass the f--ckin' butter... OOPS!!

I can honestly say that I never heard my Dad swear. He had alot

of strange "codewords" though (to this day, I don't know what 1/2

of em mean). My mother was an elementary school teacher, educated

through 12 grades by the School Sisters Of Notre Dame, and didn't

even allow the use of slang in the house, so I think Dad knew better

than to use any expletives. Even if Helen wasn't around, his kids might

blab.

Like "The Old Man" in "A Christmas Story", my father was always at war with

the furnace. You'd hear all manner of clanking & what sounded like muffled

swearing coming up through the hot air registers. Ma would open the cellar

door & yell: "Frank!" and you'd hear "Huh? Helen, I'm fixin' this thing down here.."

and the clanking & muttering would resume .

The Darren McGavin character in that film reminds me alot of my Dad. His war

with the Bumpuses' dogs next door and when they steal the Christmas turkey

while "the Old Man" is reading the paper! If anyone ever stole the turkey dinner

in MY house, my father would've given them the death penalty & impose the

sentence himself without further ado!

m2

In the "Khaki-whacky" department, my dad was having a good time in

'42. I counted EIGHTEEN different women in his diary that he was

dating that year!!!

there was: Kate, Mildred, Barbara Patterson, Gloria, Natalie Nagle from CT,

Erma Andrews, Mary Foley, Mae Monahan, Gladys Luckingham, Mary O'Neill from Hartford,

Jane Meeker, Dot Appell, Ruth, Gert Quigley, Jean Dupree, Mary Calnan from Haverhill Ma,

Kay Carr, and Trudy Barringer.

Yikes!

Many of these women continued to write to him during the war.

I'd love to find these ladies & see if any of them saved his letters!