You, @Shadow and a lot more are family as veterans. Y'all came more and then a few years ahead of meBruh, that was an excellent breakdown. My response to the question was, "Duh, muhfucka, the photos speak for themselves."
That is not the case though. Not everyone is aware of what you've explained here because the Media and Pop Culture has white washed us out of the picture.
My First Sergeant at Camp Red Cloud, Korea was one of those Brother Bloods. Bruh, I don't know why, but he took a liking to me and looked out for me while he was still there. He retired about 4 or 5 months into my tour there.
He got me my first piece of ass in Country after trying to drink the Ville dry. Captain Q, OB beer, Soju, and Jungle Juice abound. The next morning he'd run our asses until 85% of the Company was tossing their last meal on the side of the road.
Any complaints, bitches, and gripes were met with, "Shut up! You volunteered...I was drafted!" A muhfucka's only reply to that was, "But, but, but...Roger Top!"
I joined at a time that was the transition from the Vietnam Era Army and I was the new boot who was issued BDUs, show up to Ft. Lewis and everybody is in OD Greens and Jungle Fatigues. I was the face of change at that time. Out with the old and in with the new.
I'm 42, Navy, deployed to Kuwait in 2006. How old are you guys and are y'all still in good shape?