Oh I went to the real one as well. The one in the hanger was actually more pleasant. On the weekend nights the crowd gets so thick and crowded at the real Oktoberfest that you get carried along.You were only about 400 miles from the real Oktoberfest where these hot beer gals bring you 6 or 7 liters of beer at once and sometimes 12 or 14 liters if they use both hands.
This is a good one.You guys should check out Fat Electrician on YouTube. He does comedic military videos that are the most entertaining new stuff I've seen
I was stationed at Sheridan Kaserne in Augsburg in 1971-72 and I went to the Oktoberfest quite a few times. It was great back then.Oh I went to the real one as well. The one in the hanger was actually more pleasant. On the weekend nights the crowd gets so thick and crowded at the real Oktoberfest that you get carried along.
OUCH.Was reminded this morning of being in Marine Basic at Parris Island. Developed cellulitis in both feet and couldn't stand/walk. The Corpsman sent me to the hospital. Getting there required walking to the bus stop and taking the bus. Turns out there wasn't a bus that day. So I walked across the base to the hospital. The Doc was PO'd to the max, kept me there a week then another 2 weeks in MED rehab. Took a long time to heal.
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Thanks. My dad (technically step-dad, he and mom married when I was 4) would only let out snippets of things, like how he hated the smell of wintergreen because that's what they would pack bodies in to ship them back to the states. He's recently broken out some pictures and told of some USO performances he saw and how he has a small scar up his arm from the VC firing up at the Huey he was firing out of on a retrieval. Probably get a lot more out of him on the trip to and from DC.I am glad you are connecting.
I served with a lot of Vietnam vets from '73 - '82 and only had a few tell me a funny story, never anything serious.
Know this is for you veterans, but I wanted to let everyone know that I have the honor of accompanying my dad on an Honor Flight this September. Dad's a Vietnam Vet, served as a front line medic over there. He doesn't talk about it much, but since he got selected I've learned a lot more about his time over there. I know this doesn't mean much to anyone other than me, but just wanted to express it somewhere and here seemed like a good place. Thanks.