Nope, but you just threw me back to nights in the DMZ (Korea), fog so thick you cant see 10', and speaker walls blaring Pink Floyd while DPRK arty walking the line. Trippin.Any of you guys spend months in the jungle of VN during monsoon season listening to Hanoi Hannah playing Jimi Hendrix on 11
Ain't retirement sweet?
Let's just say that I was 2 when the U.S. pulled out and 4 when the war ended. I mean, the soldiers were pretty young, but...Any of you guys spend months in the jungle of VN during monsoon season listening to Hanoi Hannah playing Jimi Hendrix on 11
On the carrier there was a Warrant Officer 1, Boatswain mate who hated Marines. Sort of pudgy guy with a coffee cup on a clip on his uniform belt. He took every chance he had to F with us. Had little time to eat chow one day, we were in port so the line was LONG, went onto the hangar deck. Couple of us in line, Marines had to wear a cover when outdoors, the Hangar Deck was considered out doors and we were literally 2' from the hatch leading to the second deck. In his most demeaning tone and very loud he instructed us to leave the line because we were out of uniform. Didn't get to eat before going back on duty.
Fast forward a few months and we are at sea. Our main function was security of the magazines for the really big bombs. Procedures were strict on responding to any alarm and well practiced. One magazine was aft and required us to go full speed down the port passageway, fully armed [M14's, shotguns, 45's]. There was a signal over the 1MC when the alarm went off so everyone knew what was going on and to move aside because a group of Marines, who had been living cramped together for months were coming. This was always accompanied with loud shouts of "Make a hole!'. I was #3 in line with a riot shotgun when said WO-1 steps out of the officers mess with his favorite coffee mug full of coffee right into our path. The first Marine nails him with his shoulder, knocks him back into the mess, shatters his cup, sprays everyone with coffee. Per training we do not slow down and continue to the magazine, which was a legit alarm for some minor reason, not a drill.
A few minutes after securing the detail and returning the weapons all of us involved in said incident are summoned to the Captains office. On a carrier for 3+ years I was only in the office this one time, normally ship's personnel never went there....ever. Standing there was the Captain, Exec, Boatswain Dept. head, Marine CO and the WO-1 still covered in coffee with a very red face. He proceeded to tell the Captain what happened in a very angry voice. When he was done it was silent for a few minutes. Finally the Captain very calmly said: "Next time get the F##k out of their way!!". He dismissed everyone except the WO-1 and the hatch was slammed shut. Didn't hear from him much after that.
Don
I was 10 when Saigon fell...Let's just say that I was 2 when the U.S. pulled out and 4 when the war ended. I mean, the soldiers were pretty young, but...
No. That was them.We had 10 year olds fighting at the end?!?! No wonder Saigon fell.
You were born old, George.Service ages you.
Duh.
You're lucky. When I was 22, I dated an 18 year old.
Shipmate told me, I was robbing the cradle.
I said, she's over 18.
And he replied, what are you... 30?
geez