(August 2005) My friend’s little sister recently joined the armed forces (during a war) because she graduated and couldn’t find a job that paid her enough to pay off her student loans, and, well, the following is a song that her Charlie Company unit apparently sings together:
40 rounds Dress It Down, Charlie drop the bomb now. Ahh boom, get hot, get hot, woo (females), get hot, get hot (males) aaah, we’re hot. We’re hot, aah, don’t stop, don’t stop. We’re Charlie, as you can see. We come to rock your company. We’re motivated; we’re dedicated; we’re number one. We know you hate it. We’re good as gold ’cause Charlie’s bold. We’re down to fight from dawn till night. We’ll hit you once with all our might. Don’t let the silence fool ya ’cause Charlie’s gonna school ya!
I find it very scary that people bond by singing a song that equates their sexual attractiveness with their ability to drop a bomb on another human being and kill people.
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