Ah, I made an assumption based on the lack of information in your oh-so-conversationally superior post. Not sure how my facial hair makes me look gay and, even if it did, how that would even be relevant to anything or something to consider as a negative.

Also, I pointed out the typo because I wasn't sure if you were drunk posting with incomplete and incoherent sentences. It might have been something near whiny. I didn't know but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Why, I don't know.

And, finally, the way it works is that if you develop a condition while serving in the military it is considered service connected. Benefits might just be prescriptions that are required. I'm not sure what your problem is with the government treating a condition that it determines is related to military service.



Well, if we've now determined that Rob suffers from tinnitus you may be onto something.

Allow me to explain:

Nobody likes you.

And assuming that's true I should care why?

While I was never stationed at a range (making me not a 'PMI') I have both the 0933 and 0931 (formerly 8531) secondary MOSs. The term now is Combat Marksmanship Trainer, though it seems from your question that permanent range instructors are still called PMIs.

I run ranges for my unit, ran ranges for mine and other units in Iraq, taught a course to certify other CMTs while in country, and got to train people from 10 other countries last year at Exercise Tradewinds in Belize.

It's a pretty cool job, but you can also get screwed over doing it. I missed out on a Jungle Warfare course in Belize, but it is my job, so I'm not going to complain too much. Very few people get out of the military without tinnitus, though...

My ears ring louder than a truck starting, its the reason I cant sleep. I dont want to hear it (pun). Tinnitus has never prevented me or anyone Ive ever met at any kind of support event from working. Its also super difficult for a civilian to get any kind of disability pay for tinnitus. My father's ears roar so loud you cant even have a conversation with him. The most he gets is assistance on paying for hearing aids, and my parents are well below the poverty line.

I'm just imagining you in the green jacket with the smokey cover and laughing.

One of my old computers had this Delta ~60 CFM fan in it. My ears ring from that ****er. It doesn't take much.

Being that spook is an 03, I can imagine that he's probably dealt with some pretty god damned loud noises. Then again, being that Rob works on aircraft, I can see the same being the case for him.

lol, I refused to buy either the pith helmet or the safari hat when I graduated. I do enjoy waving clipboards around though. And yeah, though most of the noises I have dealt with (with the exception of convoys in Iraq) were not constant, I did spend a lot of time firing a SAW and the requisite close detonation of grenades and plastic explosives in training. Flight line workers are definitely at risk for much worse hearing problems. I should have worn ear plugs in Iraq, but it was just too hard to hear my Marines.

Rob, I'm sorry that you and your father don't get any compensation for your tinnitus, especially if it's work related. I guess you might be bent out of shape that I'm contributing to the national debt, or, something. But consider that if I had been active duty, I would have made far more money total, as well as getting a ****ing sick ride from the GI bill.

My application for disability was to pay for some more supplies for classes, and I've ended up with a way to fully way for both degrees I would like to get. That's just the way military compensation (sometimes) works. Sorry if that makes me one of those guys you were complaining about earlier. Well, sorry for you, not particularly apologetic.

Rob, I sympathize. I have known several people, including my youngest brother, with clear disabilities, who cannot get the services they need. Its extremely frustrating, and I'm preparing to take over taking care of my brother once our parents are too old to do it themselves. Of course, I hope to be in a little bit better financial situation by that time, too, say, at least 30k a year or more.

My coach was ready to murder me on qual day. On pre-qual I shot a 232, and on qual day after the 200 yard line I had 3 misses, and 5 2's. I still managed to qual because I shot possibles on the rest of the table. On the 200 he was screaming at me "number 44! what the **** are you doing! this is the god damned catalina wine mixer! you are ****ing this up!"

Oh, not to mention "you are ****ting the bed here!"

I am amazed at the way people talk in the Marines.

I talk that way irl (no joke)

Senior Marines are great role models so we all end up talking like them.

Yeah but nobody can hear you in the basement.

I guess that insult is supposed to mean something to me, but I'm just a little bit too married and outgoing to be insulted by some borderline illiterate ex-army lardass who spent 20 years warming a chair because he wasn't even competent enough to be a meat shield.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize she let's you out of the basement.

Right, thanks.

Sorry. I have a serious problem with homonyms. I catch so many and the ones I miss I often catch in an edit quick enough before the post registers edit. Oh well, more fuel for your illiterate fire!

Illiterate fire? Don't be silly; you're the one who burns books, not me.

Nice punctuation!

Calms down, girls.