Rollin' with the Homies

Given how excited the Army is about mottos, it's probably not surprising that the other day, my class was given the task of coming up with our own motto to use. If you've read some of my earlier posts, you might remember the one that covered the whole "Train to Save" issue. In case you didn't see it, everyone has a motto. Soldiers from the Airborne division will salute you and yell "Airborne." Enlisted soldiers here will salute you and yell "Train to Save" (largely because this is the home of Army medicine) and you return the salute and yell "Train to Save" or, in my particular case, just whatever pops into your head at that point. Anyway, during class on Monday, Maj. C., our "class advisor" gave us a 48 hour deadline to come up with something catchy to replace "Train to Save" for use by our class. I really thought we had the motto thing all squared away until this afternoon during class when we were wearily informed by Maj. C. that, no, we will not be allowed to use "Westside Crips" as a replacement for "Train to Save." Hmmmm. Shoot. I really thought he would go for that one. You would think that a group of 303 officers, not one of them without a college degree, would be able to come up with two words to yell in unison, but alas, we remain the class with no motto (or is that no mojo?) this evening.