Scott Jones

I know the safety distances.

So I'm not just going to stand on the other side of a door and get blown up.

Cause I know that there's a wall charge over there or whatever.

Um, in theory, I'd probably still do it, but,

So I did all these courses and remember I failed CUI.

I had to come back and do my urban course and then I deployed.

So I didn't have time to get my beret.

So everyone treated me as if I was qualified and referred to me as a commander and whatnot.

But technically, I made a mistake of saying like, you need to award me my beret.

Whereas you literally just go to the Q store and get one and bash it and put it on your head.

But then the SIGs felt it was such like my SIG chain of command were pretty fucking... Some were good, some were spineless as fuck.

And it took these cunts forever to get the balls to send an email to the RSM, who's a commander, and say, Sir, this SIG Jones doesn't have his green beret yet.

And it was just a fucking process, man.

But I deployed and was almost roommates at times with the CEO of that first Iraq deployment was Ian Langford.

I think retired as recently as a brigadier and an absolute legend, absolute weapon.

I could listen to that man talk for hours, man.

He knows everything about war.

Um, fit as fuck, good leader, great boss.

And I give a lot of shit to officers on socials, but he's one of the few that I would love to have on your potty.

You know, he tried.