I'm sure all will remember
SNAFU = Situation Normal All Fouled?? Up!!
TARFU = Things Are Really Fouled?? Up!!
FUBAR = Fouled?? Up Beyond All Recognition!!
New Butter Bar Officer = ASTP 2nd Lt. Transferred In.
Sgtleo
Warning, warning, adult content! 
My imagination runs deep...
It was so hard to learn to control the tongue when first home!!
Had a buddy whose father was on the Board at Harvard College
and at a dinner an individual's name came up to which my buddy
asked calmly before a period of absolute prolonged silence:
"Dad are you talking about that No good Son of a B***h that had
so much S**T in his G*D D ****D Blue Blood that he married a
girl with the reputation of a W***E to stay out of the F*****G Army".
Dad's head and eyes indicated he should leave the dinner ASAP.
Rog. was a Tank Corps Officer and tried to apologize BUT...............
I had so others but was afraid you'd kill me M.
Sgtleo 
I can remember when I was just a kid with my Dad on a fishing trip and he would set the alarm for 4AM or earlier. His usual wake up call was: "Alright...outta that fart sack!" The first time I heard him use that expression, I laughed so hard that I validated the term! 
:lol: God, I miss him...
Dogdaddy 
Sarge:
My husband's brother finished his stint as an MP and had returned home. My husband said the entire family was sitting around the dinner table when all of a sudden in a very nonchalant voice, Mark called out, "Pass the f--ckin' butter... OOPS!!
I can honestly say that I never heard my Dad swear. He had alot
of strange "codewords" though (to this day, I don't know what 1/2
of em mean). My mother was an elementary school teacher, educated
through 12 grades by the School Sisters Of Notre Dame, and didn't
even allow the use of slang in the house, so I think Dad knew better
than to use any expletives. Even if Helen wasn't around, his kids might
blab.
Like "The Old Man" in "A Christmas Story", my father was always at war with
the furnace. You'd hear all manner of clanking & what sounded like muffled
swearing 
coming up through the hot air registers. Ma would open the cellar
door & yell: "Frank!" and you'd hear "Huh? Helen, I'm fixin' this thing down here.."
and the clanking & muttering would resume .
The Darren McGavin character in that film reminds me alot of my Dad. His war
with the Bumpuses' dogs next door and when they steal the Christmas turkey
while "the Old Man" is reading the paper! If anyone ever stole the turkey dinner
in MY house, my father would've given them the death penalty & impose the
sentence himself without further ado! 
m2