The butt end of the Boomers: too late for the draft, too old to volunteer, but have embedment fantasies in which they are nicknamed Private Joker
"Jim's coming back from his second tour on Friday. I hear he's going to re-up again."
"I sure appreciate his service. I was thinking about calling on that email I sent The Wall Street Journal on that embedment deal. I really think I could make a difference."
"Sorry, Pal. You're stuck being part of the Civilian Generation"
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"