The Corps returns from Thanksgiving furlough today. It was also the Rat’s first break from the I. They’re all probably crying tears of sheer joy over returning to warm, loving, wonderful embrace of the Mother I.
Don’t worry Ratties, it doesn’t get any less pleasant as the years go by.
We may have “lost” the game in the sense that “the other team scored more points than we did and they got to take the trophy home for the tenth year in a row.”
But their peasant three star Supe has to salute our four starSupe.
The most important game of the year is coming next weekend: The VMI-Citadel game, where the only two true Military Colleges do battle for the prestigious “Silver Shako.”
Note: KL is not advocating for massive Rat-Knob brawl, no matter how epic and awesome it would be. Seriously though, don’t do it.
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Well, more than a year since my last comic, something happened that I just had to doodle out (It also helps to have ample time during this national self-quarantine). Due to COVID-19, VMI is shutting down post, and the remainder of this semester will be completed remotely from home. No formations. No uniforms. No PT’s. No living in a soul-crushing sadness factory.
You lucky little shits.
All kidding aside, that’s a solid move. Keep safe and follow social distancing.
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Presented apolitically.
I’m trying to walk a fine line of making a joke about a very real world experience for Keydets: consequences of social media activity. It’s not just VMI, any military personnel may be held accountable for their social media posts and activity online.
Northam’s explosive photos seemed like they could add some heft, so I included it. VERY. CAREFULLY.
For those who read about this down the road, here’s what you need to know.
Congratulations to the class of 2020 on getting your rings! If you’ve missed this, you’re not friends with them on Facebook or following them on Instagram, because once Ring Figure comes around social media is flooded with ring pictures for days.
And who can blame them? I’m amazed I didn’t fall off the stoop or turn into roadkill crossing the street when I got mine. I had tunnel vision for my ring for a month and captivatingly stared at it while walking, in class, or eating. I’m still obsessed with my ring and feel naked without it.
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We all know (or worse yet, you are) that one poor bastard who can shave and have a five o'clock shadow seemingly minutes later. It’s a pain in the butt for inspections and outright dangerous during the Ratline. Nothing like getting boned for not shaving when you did a few mere hours ago, or even being the heartless ranker who handed out the demerits (sorry guys).
Ask anyone who has ever gone to the field about the star chamber and terrible memories of agonizingly trying to clean that cursed tiny crevice resurfaces in their minds.
No matter how many times you scrub it with that wiry toothbrush, no matter how much CLP, or how many clean pieces of cloth you sacrifice to the Gods of carbon buildup, it will never be enough because your star chamber is actual a portal to another world made entirely of carbon and grease.
You toil away, and with false hope in your heart, you eventually take it to whoever is inspecting rifles and, with one swipe of a finger, carbon is inexplicably found and your rifle rejected. Back at it again.
Not to mention you’re dirty and hungry with full knowledge that a shower and chow is only a short walk away. But nope, not for you, you filthy peasant. You’ve got a star chamber connected to a universe with at least one dimension made entirely of carbon.