Radio check in sequence, over.

I originally wanted to title this post Failure to Communicate but, alas, I don't think my section is worthy of Cool Hand Luke. My Communications professor at USC ( aka University of Southern California, Spoiled Children, South Central, God's Country etc.) would adamantly claim that communication was the most crucial resource in the human foundation. Homie made a compelling point. Without good comms, what separates us from the basic orangutang? Enter the mighty S6 (military colloquialism for the communications department). Nobody above the grade of e-4 speaks English. Now, I'm not one of those guys that goes to the Sharks Cove and gets all undie bunched cause I overhear some cats speaking Spanish. Not just because I'm Mexican, but because it's not a big deal. In the US military, however, I feel like basic understanding of the English language isn't an obnoxious requirement; especially in the communications department! OIC - Haiti, NCOIC - Belize, ANCOIC -Nigeria. Fuck me to tears. Lewis Carroll and Bobby Cox couldn't have come up with this all-star batting lineup if they had hallucinogens being fed directly into their veins. You can't understand these guys when they're right in front of you, throw in a military grade radio and they might as well be using braille. We're all familiar with talking to Peggy from khazikstan when we run into issues with our new laptop, it's inconvenient but rather irrelevant in the cosmic sense, but shouldn't critical wartime information be clear and in one universal language spoken by all participants? Am I whining? Do I need to retake the diversity class? Do I give a shit?

Listening to Loving Cup - Rolling Stones ft Jack White