If Marines are Leathernecks...

One of our Friday meetings is the "Command and Staff" where the Battalion Commander meets with all his subordinate commanders, and staff, and we review a lot of administrative notes. One of the issues discussed today was from the supply officer, who happily reported that the powers that be had approved government purchase of gel seat cushions for our gun truck crews, who spend up to 12 hours per day on not-so-comfortable humvee seats. There was a bit of laughter when people tried to 'crack' a joke about such a thing. The Battalion Commander, of course, lowered the levity when he tried to remind us that our crews are getting leather-butts from all that sitting. I guess that's the transportation battalion's equivalent to the marine nickname.