Charge 7
Master Gunner
Many years ago, during one very long field exercise one of my troopies had had enough of Army acronyms. Even I had begun to have my fill. Petey decided that he was going to get the Army back and came up with his own. We started calling ourselves "SMAB" throughout the rest of the exercise at any opportunity that wouldn't get us in trouble for doing so. When it ended we even had t-shirts made up with a large stenciled "SMAB" on the front and the words "Don' tush dat" on the back. The latter was to commemorate our Sergeant Major who felt that every expensive article of military equipment was his own responsibility. He was an immigrant from Hungary and had fought in the '56 uprising. He had the bullet hole scars in his back to prove it having swum across a river to freedom after being machine gunned. He was tougher than any 20 of the rest of us put together and we loved him for it. The "Don' tush dat" was what he said anytime he thought we had no business being around something expensive. Anyway, we all trooped into the messhall with our t-shirts on and our Lt. Colonel was sitting there with his staff and called me over as my boys' leader to explain just what the heck was "SMAB" anyway? With pride in my section I proudly exclaimed "Smart Asses of the Battalion" Sir! He blinked for a second and our captain looked like he wanted to crawl under the table, but the colonel just said "That's a great morale booster. Go with it." and so we did.