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Famous last words from a non-dipper.
We all know one or were one.
How long did it take you once you joined the military, to take your first dip?
If you had already, how long did it take you to carry your first can?
Last question, if you're out now, do you still dip?
We all know one or were one.
How long did it take you once you joined the military, to take your first dip?
If you had already, how long did it take you to carry your first can?
Last question, if you're out now, do you still dip?
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My brother dips. Nasty habit. I never took it up, and I'm sooo glad that I did not.
Classic scene in many military briefings/meetings is the folks sitting around the table with their spit cups, spit bottles, etc. The pros don't need those receptacles. Are they swallowing the juice? Inquiring minds want to know.
Classic scene in many military briefings/meetings is the folks sitting around the table with their spit cups, spit bottles, etc. The pros don't need those receptacles. Are they swallowing the juice? Inquiring minds want to know.
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SSG(P) (Join to see)
We had a PltSgt that had made a new rule of not dipping in formation, about half the platoon dipped, me excluded. So one day, in formation he saw 5he NCOs dipping, hard to hide, made us stay in formation until someone got sick....the hard core dippers swallowed, the beginners got sick....what a nice passive way to instill discipline.
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I gutted only once or twice, at Air Assault School, because we were told not to dip in the classroom. Oh, and I wore my contact lenses...sssshhhhh.
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SGM Mikel Dawson
Chief Montgomery, I used to chew, and I never spit!! I did give it up while working as a guide in the back country of Idaho because I ran out and couldn't get any more. Later on I'd only bum a chew when stressed a bit. But glad I stopped.
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Never dipped in the military. Dipped once in college. This is the story:
I went to college in Alaska. My college experience was fairly typical I imagine. Ice climbing, sea kayaking, moose tipping, that sort of mundane activity. Anyways, as so often happens on campuses across the nation I found myself playing a game of spades with three gentlemen of Yupik Eskimo extraction. All of these fellows dipped and our card table was festooned with spit cups. I said something about the habit being disgusting and how I could never dip. One of the fellows asked me if I had ever tried. I replied that I had not to which he snorted "well if you haven't tried it, how can you say that?"
Checkmated, I determined to prove them all wrong. I took a big John Wayne plug and began masticating the foul weed. Surprisingly, it was fairly easy and I found that I was something of a natural at spitting. I enjoyed myself immensely for about three minutes.
Then gravity reversed itself.
My dipping had angered the Gods and Sir Issac Newton and my body lost its ability to maintain a perpendicular relationship with the ground. It was lucky that I had carpet fibers to cling to to prevent myself from falling off the face of the earth. I became fervently religious in all world faiths simultaneously and invoked everyone from Jesus to Sonny Bono and the Detroit Red Wings to spare me from the effects of tobacco.
That was enough for me. Unlike Pharoah, I did not need to be smitten more than once by Moses. One plague of Copenhagen was enough for me.
I went to college in Alaska. My college experience was fairly typical I imagine. Ice climbing, sea kayaking, moose tipping, that sort of mundane activity. Anyways, as so often happens on campuses across the nation I found myself playing a game of spades with three gentlemen of Yupik Eskimo extraction. All of these fellows dipped and our card table was festooned with spit cups. I said something about the habit being disgusting and how I could never dip. One of the fellows asked me if I had ever tried. I replied that I had not to which he snorted "well if you haven't tried it, how can you say that?"
Checkmated, I determined to prove them all wrong. I took a big John Wayne plug and began masticating the foul weed. Surprisingly, it was fairly easy and I found that I was something of a natural at spitting. I enjoyed myself immensely for about three minutes.
Then gravity reversed itself.
My dipping had angered the Gods and Sir Issac Newton and my body lost its ability to maintain a perpendicular relationship with the ground. It was lucky that I had carpet fibers to cling to to prevent myself from falling off the face of the earth. I became fervently religious in all world faiths simultaneously and invoked everyone from Jesus to Sonny Bono and the Detroit Red Wings to spare me from the effects of tobacco.
That was enough for me. Unlike Pharoah, I did not need to be smitten more than once by Moses. One plague of Copenhagen was enough for me.
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SSG(P) (Join to see)
I've had a similar experience, just not so eloquently shared. Kudos for the great story.
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SSG(P) (Join to see), au contraire, mon frère! I've never smoked, dipped or chewed! Never. The closest I've ever been to cigarettes was police call, which I considered a disgusting detail, having to pick up other's cigarette butts!
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