Does anyone know anything about the outstanding volunteer ribbon? I see a handful of NCOs with it. How do you qualify/rate it? Do they put in a package for a ribbon?

After reading in AR 600-8 section 2-23, requirements for this award are pretty clear ("direct nature" seems kind of vague) but I'm wondering if anybody has actually ever received it, and how much of a hassle it was with your commander. As an E-4 with E-5 in my eyesight, I'm honestly just confused if I actually put 500 hours into this (I actually want too) if other people's company commanders really give a shit enough to sign off on it to send it up to the BC. I have faith in squad leaders and platoon sergeants to pass it all up but fear it will be lost in the space time continuum of training room- battalion S1.

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Love and Longing

“Hmm... this could be more challenging than I assumed. Is there a bucket of water nearby?” Koga asks as he beholds Vernon and Miro’Noir openly cuddling. The deviants have forgotten where they are and are sharing a chair together with their eyes closed as they hold each other tight. It is an adorable scene, but at the same time Koga finds himself quite uncomfortable here. Many of the nearby princesses are openly eyeing him up if they’re not tittering at the couple and he needs to talk to Vernon.

It’s something he actually finds himself annoyed by. This looks like a Victorian garden party with fancier gowns and a distinct lack of biscuits, but it’s actually a meeting of some of the most obscenely dangerous beings on the planet. Every froufrou mountain of lace, silk and ribbons was draped overtop a walking extinction event and somehow that cretin Vernon was completely at ease among them!

“Why would you want to throw water on them?” Asks a princess in a shimmering baby blue dress. She looks like she walked out of a Disney movie and he idly wonders if she’s rocking glass slippers.

“I need to speak with Vernon but his world is currently only inhabited by his wife.” Koga remarks as he adjusts his glasses. “Unless one of you can get me in contact with The Empress or one of her chief advisors.”

“Why do you need to speak with The Empress?” Miss Blonde in Blue asks.

“Some criminal organization made a move on one of our trainee sorcerers while he was visiting family. We have one dead and three captured and we need to know exactly how far we can take this without causing a massive scandal or insulting the local Lords and Ladies.”

“Traditionally Sorcerers have as much authority as they’re willing to bring to the table. Opposing and rivalling The Queens of the region or even The Empress if they’re willing to push that far.” Princess Bluebell answers.

“So sorcerers are a massive wildcard, great.” Koga grumps.

“What happened?” Vernon asks and Koga sees both he and Miro’Noir are watching him. Perhaps they were always listening. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care.

“Dale brought Jeth’Urla to visit his family. She took her children to a nearby park so they could play without trashing the house and they felt something happen in the Axiom. Dale rushed in with his shotgun out and found a strange woman grabbing an unconscious Jeth with his sisters nearby and also out cold. The moment she saw him she pulled a knife to threaten the boy with and he took her

Update - you can find a more readable version of this in my post history

Reposted - Removed all names associated with the case besides the missing person.

Podcast version https://unsettledtruecrime.podbean.com/

This is an update on Episode 1, Deanie Peters, which had its first major break since 1981. This episode will not only cover the arrest of JF, but will include additional and clarifying information mostly from the WZZM13 Investigates Facebook page. I will be covering all of the original information again in this episode.

INTRO

The year is 1981. Ronald Reagan takes office, the first test tube baby is born, and MTV hits the airwaves.

That’s how long ago Deanie Peters disappeared.

THE DISAPPEARANCE

Deanie was a 14 year old eighth grader attending her 6 year old brother W’s wrestling practice with her mom, M. M’s good friend A saw Deanie coming down the stairs at about 4:45 p.m as she arrived to pick up her son P, who had ridden to wrestling practice with the Peters family. Deanie waved to A and said she was going to the restroom and would be right back.

That’s where this forty year old mystery begins.

The disappearance took place on February 5th 1981, at Forest Hill Central Middle School, which is in one of if not the safest neighborhood in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I previously said elementary school, but that was not accurate. Even today people let their kids wander on bikes throughout the suburb. It’s a desirable area. This area is referred to in the news by many names, the general area of the city is called Forest Hills. Cascade is a prime street running through Forest Hills. The middle school is not far from Cascade.

The day of the disappearance, campus was busy. One facebook comment says they were there that day, and whatever happened must have been quick with all the activity.

There were about 75 people in total in the two level gym. The upper level held the wrestling meet. Photos of the wrestling team cannot be found in yearbooks because it was not a Forest Hills Public School System event. Their wrestling program wasn’t large enough, so children from any district were allowed to join. Matches were random rather than by school.

The lower level of the gym had an aerobics class taking place.

The highschool, which shares a campus with the middle school, had a ‘donkey basketball game’ about two hours after the disappearance, which is where you actually dress up as donkeys and play

( Part 1 here!) (Part 3: Coming Soon)

[Terran Red Army Command Center, Berlin, German Soviet Province, 12:34 AM]

Inside the large strategic coordination center in Berlin, through a dozen guarded doors sits a single room. The room is filled with dozens of generals, field marshals, and officers of the 'virtual army division'. Filled with the greatest tacticians, strategists and logistics wizards the Red army of Terra could muster. A few older men, out of retirement to lend their advice sit along the table with 'young' thirty-year-old officers. fresh from academies. All here to give their input on the operation dubbed. "The Second battle of Stalingrad" unofficially, and officially "Operation Red Star".

The room is silent for a moment as everyone finishes the greetings and takes a look at the 'playing field'. "Is this it? I was expecting a front the size of the polish province. At least the size of the Balkan province at most! This.. This is nothing. They dont even have the options to do encirclements around the city or cut off our supply lines." an old general shout out in disbelief.

"Yes it seems their versions of 'wars' are more condensed than ours. this is to our advantage. we can concentrate our forces without worrying about supply lines and long fronts. We can focous our manpower on making the Garshalls bleeding for every inch of land they take." Another general utters. putting some holographic 'tokens' onto the battlefield.

"I agree, however i was expecting something. grander. Why did we not ask for a larger battlefield, surely their inexperience in large scale offensives and maneuvers would have made our victory inevitable?"

General Zhang pipes up. "This is the largest territory we could request. i would have extended the map further in all directions but apparently there is a hard limit on what is allowed. i guess to prevent challengers from creating millions of miles of territory for the enemy to wander into." the chinese man ponders for a moment. "Of course this means our strength of wide front operations would be somewhat nullified as we will need to consolidate our forces in this small front. Though this in itself could be a blessing."

"Indeed though we must not get too overconfident in our abilities men" A latin american woman in her fourties speaks up. "These garshalls have been the top s

So, you’re getting out. Good for you. Whether it was 3 years or 30, thank you for your cervix. What’s next? For a lot of you, its going to be college. But do you really understand what that entails? Well lucky for you, I’m going to give you the skinny about going to college as a veteran using the Post-9/11 GI Bill and fill in the blanks that were not considered when you went to SFL-TAP.

Ok, so we all know the basics of the Post 9/11 GI Bill. You go to college, GI Bill pays your tuition, GI Bill pays your rent, GI Bill buys some books, you go to class, you graduate, the end. But there is some stuff in between all that you have to be privy to. So please bear with me, because a lot of text is coming your way.

First, If you don’t know where to go or what to study, consider community college. Community college gives you a way to knock out some bullshit Gen-Ed and take a couple electives to find your passion. I myself did this for 3 semesters and I’m glad I did because it prepped me for the rigors of 4-year. You should be able to figure out what you really want to study and if you don’t, you at least got yourself an easy associates degree. That being said…

Once you decide where to go, regardless of if its a coding boot camp, trade school, CC, 4-year, or grad/post-grad…your first step is to locate and engage with the Veteran/Military Student Services (VMSS) office of that school. Do this FIRST! If they are worth a shit, they will have processes in place to break your benefits down barney-style and walk you through how to go from application to your first day of class. If the school does not have a dedicated office to certify your GI Bill, consider not going to that school. Seriously, having a good office of military student services is absolutely vital to your success as a student veteran. If they have an actual LOUNGE that has computers and study rooms and a staff and a student organization, even better. That may be where you make a lot of friends or do some work-study. After you apply to school and get accepted, you will need to …

Go to Orientation! Do not skip this. It may be a general student orientation. but if the VMSS offers a veteran-specific one, go to that one! This is where the high-level shit the VMSS originally told you about will be explained in greater detail. Just about everyone that skipped orientation ended up coming to our office to tell us they weren’t getting paid about halfway through the semester. In Orientation, t

I guess the concept didn't work

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Is it still 500 hours?

Race information

• What? Big Bend Ultra
• When? Jan 16, 2022 (Sunday)
• How far? 20K (other distances offered are 10K, 30K, 50K and 50M)
• Where? Big Bend Ranch State Park (different from the Big Bend National Park)
• Website: http://www.bigbend50.com/
• Result Page: https://www.chuckscore.com/results/2022/01_16_22_20k.htm
• Strava activity: https://www.strava.com/activities/6534173254
• Finish time: 2:12:18

Goals

Training

Always a mid-pack runner, this is my HM #12, but my first trail race. HM is my favorite distance as I always maintain my fitness to at least cover the distance. Training for it does not require me to put running ahead of my life. Racing it does not make me curse the race like I usually do in a 5K.

I decided to do this one because my previous HM was in last September, four weeks after I had a breakthrough covid infection. I was not happy with my personal worst, even though it was explainable. I decided to spend a 4 month training cycle for another HM.

Then when I searched for HM, Big Bend came to my mind. It is always in my top destination list. I like the idea of vacationing and racing at the same time.

I followed the 80/20 Half Marathon level 2 program. It has a structured plan that puts details (pace, duration, effort etc.) on the watch. But the plan is probably more than my fitness or my easy-to-get-injured body can handle. In most weeks, I skipped Monday as it is optional. Sometimes I also skipped a foundation run or in some hard weeks, I skipped one of the two hard runs. But I kept the Sunday long run in place.

About 6 weeks before the race, I was told that trail race is different from road races and trail race pace is usually 20% slower. I began to question if I was using the right plan.

Then my friend said my road running shoes are not great for trail. I am glad I took his advice and bought a pair of discounted HOKA ATR 5. I ran it on some gravel surface several times.

The race organizer told me through FB that the trail was fairly easy without a lot of technical sections. Then the same wise friend told me that I need train in a more techni

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

Do your worst!

How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?

Mathematical puns makes me number

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

They were cooked in Greece.

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"So, Senator, let me get this straight: You authorized specific changes to the cybernetic linkages of the program volunteers on your own authority?"

"That is correct."

"Despite scientists and psychologists warning you against this? Specialists and experts you then had removed from the program and replaced with your own selected people?"

"I felt, at that time, that their advice was misinformed and did not understand the project."

"Senator, were you authorized to make changes to the stated program goals, as set down by the Department of Defense?"

"After consulting with my attorney, we determined I did have that authority."

"And what was the result of your change?"

"An increase in willingness to kill."

"That seems quite disingenuous, Senator. In reality, and this is according to nearly thirty unbiased experts, that what your change did was stimulate the pleasure center every time a kill was made."

"That's not exactly..."

"Did they or did they not receive direct electrical stimulation to their pleasure center when the subject killed another human being or simulacrum of a human being?"

"There is a specific difference in..."

"Yes or no, Senator. May I remind you, you are under oath and a truth beam."

"Yes."

"Did the program instill limits as to what exactly constituted a 'target elimination induced pleasure reward' in the subjectcs?"

"Well, you have to understand..."

"Yes or no?"

"No. That proved impossible with current technology."

"So the subject did not need to differentiate between enemies, friendlies, or civilians to receive the stimulation reward?"

"No."

--Soldier Amplification Project Congressional Inquiry, Pre-Diasporia, Hamburger Kingdom

The Sectiods screeched and tried to adjust to the carnage in their ranks. Almost without exception they fired where the Terrans had been, not where they were or where they would be. For the first five seconds of the fight the majority of them were firing at empty air above the building while Roca and the five infantry following her were already in their ranks fighting at close range.

The Atrekna were taken aback by the sheer fury of the Terran's assault. The tactics were un

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

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Chapter 119 ???

THUD

The room was dimly lit, large and empty, a concrete box large enough for a low-born family and their dozen children to live in if they so wished. In the center, there were two people, a human and a maiden. They circled one another, equal in height. The man was at least twice the weight as the woman, his body sculpted to perfection, muscles tense and taut, his movements methodical, calculated, slow. There was a growing bruise right under the man’s right, just above his ribs. Dark green eyes stared at the maiden with coldness.

The maiden moved more leisurely. Red eyes wandered over the man’s sweat-addled chest, three scars adorned it, running from shoulder to hip. Vicious black things that made her senses prickle. She turned towards the four hooded figures that stood at each of the corners of the room.

“Do not pay them any attention.” The man spoke with a scowl, his brows lowered as his hands clenched into fists. “They will not interfere.”

She didn’t believe him, but that didn’t mean she had an alternative. She raised her fists, the dark blue scales covered her forearms, her hands closer to talons than anything else. Rushing in, she dodged his jab, the maiden’s closed fist punching upwards and into his sternum.

THUD

His feet lifted off the ground, but he did not fall when he dropped back down. Large, powerful hands grasped at her horns. With a grunt, his forehead barreled down against her own, the force of impact more than enough to send her a step backwards in confusion and pain.

He growled, wiping the blood off of his eyes, clenching his fists. “If you don’t fight me seriously, I will have to reconsider your potential freedom.”

The maiden scowled, opening her fists and revealing the wickedly black claws. Her draconic tail shifted slightly as she prepared herself. What would she do once he was dead? The door was exactly thirty steps away. Her main concern would be the species of the other maidens. She couldn’t tell what they were, and that could prove deadly in a fight.

“Don’t distract yourself.”

The man had approached, a powerful forward kick she instinctively sidestepped. He was wide open for her counter, claws swinging at his

He lost May

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

Progress was very slow for the rest of the day. As interesting as the introduction to the concept of arbitration was, the actual performance of it was somewhat dry and drawn-out, and I found my attention slipping more than once. The groups discussed various possible solutions to their problem, with everything from daily rotating use of the University grounds (which the University objected to), to duplicating the University grounds on the same site (which the Norannists objected to). The Rheolists seemed to be far more open to possible solutions than the Norannists in general, provided that they did not overly favour the Norannists - though they more than once shot down solutions which I thought might have been reasonable.

It seemed that they would not be resolving the matter at hand today. But with Silence ensuring that matters went smoothly, I was confident that they'd come to a solution - even if it was the Default that Silence had described to me earlier. I kept in touch with Silence, who had gotten me curious about some of the dispute resolution techniques that had become popular today. He was more than happy to assist me with my learning, though I was still very new to the subject.

It was about two weeks later that Silence wrote to me - with a letter actually written on thick, rolled white paper, wrapped with a purple ribbon, and delivered by drone, the beautifully composed calligraphy appearing to have been done with quill and black ink. I smiled, appreciating Silence's keen sense of aesthetics and presentation - I could tell that this was important news.

Salutations, the letter said.

I am writing to you to communicate the result of the recent arbitration between the Norannists, Rheolists and The University of East Jurczak, which I thought may be of interest to you considering what you have since told me about your writing.

*The arbitration continued for just over two weeks after you left, during which we made significant progress on some of the barriers between the two religious groups which have remained very guarded over the past several hundred years. As a result, I have arranged an annual Forum event between the two groups for them to discuss certain historical matters common to both groups, which the University has very kindly volunteered to host. I remain hopeful that this ongoing dialogue will prove helpful in allowing both groups to, at the very least, communicate in a civil fashion - though only time will tell. I have agreed to mod

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

INTRO

The year is 1981. Ronald Reagan takes office, the first test tube baby is born, and MTV hits the airwaves.

That’s how long ago Deanie Peters disappeared.

THE DISAPPEARANCE

Deanie was a 14 year old eighth grader attending her 6 year old brother William’s wrestling practice with her mom, Mary. Mary’s good friend Ariadyne saw Deanie coming down the stairs at about 4:45 p.m as she arrived to pick up her son Paul, who had ridden to wrestling practice with the Peters family. Deanie waved to Ariadyne and said she was going to the restroom and would be right back.

That’s where this forty year old mystery begins.

The disappearance took place on February 5th 1981, at Forest Hill Central Middle School, which is in one of if not the safest neighborhood in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I previously said elementary school, but that was not accurate. Even today people let their kids wander on bikes throughout the suburb. It’s a desirable area. This area is referred to in the news by many names, the general area of the city is called Forest Hills. Cascade is a primary street running through Forest Hills. The middle school is not far from Cascade.

The day of the disappearance, campus was busy. One facebook comment says they were there that day, and whatever happened must have been quick with all the activity.

There were about 75 people in total in the two level gym. The upper level held the wrestling meet. Photos of the wrestling team cannot be found in yearbooks because it was not a Forest Hills Public School System event. Their wrestling program wasn’t large enough, so children from any district were allowed to join. Matches were random rather than by school.

The lower level of the gym had an aerobics class taking place.

The highschool, which shares a campus with the middle school, had a ‘donkey basketball game’ about two hours after the disappearance, which is where you actually dress up as donkeys and play basketball. There is no solid record of who participated in the game.

THE INITIAL INVESTIGATION

RUNAWAY

Initially when Deanie did not return, not too much alarm was raised. It was thought she might have stopped to view another school event. The school was thoroughly searched.

Police were called at 6:42p.m. This would have been roughly when the donkey basketball game was beginning at the high school. Police, though, thought Deanie might have run away to go live with her father and four siblings in California, despite her leaving pr

I cannot for the life of me get to this post anywhere. Trying again here!

INTRO

The year is 1981. Ronald Reagan takes office, the first test tube baby is born, and MTV hits the airwaves.

That’s how long ago Deanie Peters disappeared.

THE DISAPPEARANCE

Deanie was a 14 year old eighth grader attending her 6 year old brother William’s wrestling practice with her mom, Mary. Mary’s good friend Ariadyne saw Deanie coming down the stairs at about 4:45 p.m as she arrived to pick up her son Paul, who had ridden to wrestling practice with the Peters family. Deanie waved to Ariadyne and said she was going to the restroom and would be right back.

That’s where this forty year old mystery begins.

The disappearance took place on February 5th 1981, at Forest Hill Central Middle School, which is in one of if not the safest neighborhood in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I previously said elementary school, but that was not accurate. Even today people let their kids wander on bikes throughout the suburb. It’s a desirable area. This area is referred to in the news by many names, the general area of the city is called Forest Hills. Cascade is a primary street running through Forest Hills. The middle school is not far from Cascade.

The day of the disappearance, campus was busy. One facebook comment says they were there that day, and whatever happened must have been quick with all the activity.

There were about 75 people in total in the two level gym. The upper level held the wrestling meet. Photos of the wrestling team cannot be found in yearbooks because it was not a Forest Hills Public School System event. Their wrestling program wasn’t large enough, so children from any district were allowed to join. Matches were random rather than by school.

The lower level of the gym had an aerobics class taking place.

The highschool, which shares a campus with the middle school, had a ‘donkey basketball game’ about two hours after the disappearance, which is where you actually dress up as donkeys and play basketball. There is no solid record of who participated in the game.

THE INITIAL INVESTIGATION

RUNAWAY

Initially when Deanie did not return, not too much alarm was raised. It was thought she might have stopped to view another school event. The school was thoroughly searched.

Police were called at 6:42p.m. This would have been roughly when the donkey basketball game was beginning at the high school. Police, though, thought Deanie might have run away to go li

Now that I listen to albums, I hardly ever leave the house.