My Job, My Hell...

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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 09, 2019 8:59 pm

woodsghost wrote:
Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:28 pm
Welcome back Laager! I was wondering how it all turned out.

Well let us just say that it was a long drive from Manila to Olongapo City.

I also had to give up my Guns and gear allowance to pay for my last minute (due to my behavior) round trip ticket.

It was a very “frosty” reception at the airport and she in no uncertain terms told me I was not to say a single word until we got home.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:23 pm

Okay this happened at an Air Force Base that has since closed, but will remain unknown for a good reason, the Army was standing up the 10th up in New York and was looking for soldiers to volunteer to transfer to the new unit.

Anyway a few of us were sent up and we were on our way back (farking MAC flight nightmare) and we ended up stuck on one of the Air Forces Northern tier bases and were stuck there for almost two weeks in the middle of winter.

Of course as usual we had the wrong duffle bag. A & B bags set up for winter and the other was set up for summer.

So like my Grandma used to say “idle hands are the devils playground”, so mix in drunk soldiers stuck on an Air Force Base. Snow up the wax o and you have the Devils work Shop.

It snowed almost every darn day and we would watch the snow plow truck plow the roads around the TLF (on base hotel) , One of the guys I was with found some hydraulic fluid and a bunch of rags in a large rag bag bundle.

One night we went out and buried the cand of hydraulic fluid wrapped up in a bunch or matching rags.

The next morning we waited and watched the snow plow come rumbling down the road.

The snow plow was one of those that blew the snow from the road I’ve to the side of the road.

Of course we were drinking and most of them were drunk or almost drunk when the snow plow sucked up the rags and hydraulic fluid and then chewed up the can, the rags and blew out scraps of rags and a red fluid.

The truck stopped and we were all laughing and slapping each other’s back.

Well the truck did not move for awhile and I don’t know how it happened but eventually a SP (Air Force Security Police) vehicle pulled up.

Then more came, we were still laughing, then an ambulance pulled up.

We really started laughing then. Cause we knew the driver thought he had hit somebody and sucked him up and chewed him up then blew out the clothing, blood and whatnot.

We stopped laughing when they pulled the snow plow operator out of the truck placed him in the stretcher and loaded him up and took off.

Evidently the truck driver thought he killed someone and had a massive heart attack.

Let’s just say that the Base Commander called in a whole bunch of people.

They were not amused in the slightest. The Air Force was going to Court Martial the culprits.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact one of us pulled the same thing over in Germany and did it in Korea.

Lil says I never learn from my mistakes. I do, or like my Granddad said “two can keep a secret if one is dead” my uncle would add and sometime two need to die as well.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:26 pm

Laager wrote:
Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:23 pm
Okay this happened at an Air Force Base that has since closed, but will remain unknown for a good reason, the Army was standing up the 10th up in New York and was looking for soldiers to volunteer to transfer to the new unit.

Anyway a few of us were sent up and we were on our way back (farking MAC flight nightmare) and we ended up stuck on one of the Air Forces Northern tier bases and were stuck there for almost two weeks in the middle of winter.

Of course as usual we had the wrong duffle bag. A & B bags, one of the bags was set up for winter and the other was set up for summer.

So like my Grandma used to say “idle hands are the devils playground”, so mix in drunk soldiers stuck on an Air Force Base. Snow up the wax o and you have the Devils work Shop.

It snowed almost every darn day and we would watch the snow plow truck plow the roads around the TLF (on base hotel) , One of the guys I was with found some hydraulic fluid and a bunch of rags in a large rag bag bundle.

With some discussion and a few drunken fights s plan was hatched.

One night we went out and buried the can of hydraulic fluid wrapped up in a bunch or matching rags. I believe the rags were all blue.

The next morning we waited and watched the snow plow come rumbling down the road.

The snow plow was one of those that blew the snow from the road I’ve to the side of the road.

Of course we were drinking and most of them were drunk or almost drunk when the snow plow sucked up the rags and hydraulic fluid and then chewed up the can, the rags and blew out scraps of rags and a red fluid.

The truck stopped and we were all laughing and slapping each other’s back.

Well the truck did not move for awhile and I don’t know how it happened but eventually a SP (Air Force Security Police) vehicle pulled up.

Then more came, we were still laughing, then an ambulance pulled up.

We really started laughing then. Cause we knew the driver thought he had hit somebody and sucked him up and chewed him up then blew out the clothing, blood and whatnot.

We stopped laughing when they pulled the snow plow operator out of the truck placed him in the stretcher and loaded him up and took off.

Evidently the truck driver thought he killed someone and had a massive heart attack.

Let’s just say that the Base Commander called in a whole bunch of people.

They were not amused in the slightest. The Air Force was going to Court Martial the culprits.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact one of us pulled the same thing over in Germany and did it in Korea.

Lil says I never learn from my mistakes. I do, or like my Granddad said “two can keep a secret if one is dead” my uncle would add and sometime two need to die as well.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:51 pm

Okay I have two more stories, but I'm thinking that once again I would let you guys choose which one comes next.

Option one: the shoe laceless morons.

Option two: New assignment and the loons and goons in 2nd Platoon found out I was being transferred to their unit and a bunch of them wanted either me to not come or to get out of 2nd Platoon.

Readers choice.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Mad Mike » Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:57 pm

laceless morons

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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by woodsghost » Wed Jan 16, 2019 7:07 pm

Dang it! I was going for 2nd Platoon. Well, as long as we get to hear both, I can go with the laceless morons first. :) Both sound excellent.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 16, 2019 7:22 pm

Shoot I forgot about Private Enoch Wachter....well it is a short story so I'll toss this in real quick.

We were all sitting in the GP large tent that was assigned to us (trust me when I say it was a death trap, and those darn hex tents were even worse) when the Company Clerk came in and was escorting a new Private that had the bad luck to be assigned to the Loon Platoon or Goon Platoon depending on who was describing us. Known to Battalion and Brigade as Bravo Company, Second Platoon.

So in comes this new guy and the Company Clerk introduced the new Private and when I heard his name I started laughing. It started as a snicker, but worked it's way up to a really gut busting laugh.

The Company Clerk wanted to know what was so funny, so I told them his name. I mean come on you have to know, the response was no. What's wrong with my name Corporal?

I asked Private Enoch Wachter was Catholic and he told me he was. I really started laughing then. I reached into my foot locker and pulled out one of my assorted religious texts. I then handed Private Enoch Wachter my copy of the Book of Enoch, and showed them the part that described the Watchers. The book of Enoch lists the leaders of the 200 Fallen angels who married human women and taught forbidden knowledge.

He started laughing as well. Come on who names their child after the Fallen? Evidently his parents did. At least someone else had an odd name. His nickname was Watcher.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed Jan 16, 2019 7:59 pm

Laager wrote:
Wed Jan 09, 2019 8:59 pm
woodsghost wrote:
Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:28 pm
Welcome back Laager! I was wondering how it all turned out.

Well let us just say that it was a long drive from Manila to Olongapo City.

I also had to give up my Guns and gear allowance to pay for my last minute (due to my behavior) round trip ticket.

It was a very “frosty” reception at the airport and she in no uncertain terms told me I was not to say a single word until we got home.
However, on Sunday Lil went ballistic on her Mom and my Father and Mother after she told the kids to go outside and play. It was an epic butt chewing and while I was scared it would works its way over to me, but fortunately it was all for them. She told her Mom to pack her stuff up and go live with one of her sisters. I sort of felt bad that the wicked witch of the west was going to Nevada to torture one of her other daughters.

I did manage to score my "allowance" back and she even bought me a made in Germany Walther PPK with a stainless slide and black lower in 9mm Kurtz.

But boy was she mad when I was in the PI with her.

Her Mom is supposed to go visit her daughters when Lil is not home and my Father and Mother are not allowed to come over when she is not home.

I almost danced a jig during the butt chewing. The entire family was there too....Dean and his wife, Jeff and his wife, even my brother Gabby was there as was my brother John Paul, with his wife.

All the males said it was an epic butt chewing, and they were glad it was not directed at them and were shocked that the quite Lil could chew butt like that. Things were said among the men, that will remain among us.

Gabby ended up with the Japanese helmet and web gear since I would rather not have anything to do with it. Since it was the stuff that started the whole mess.

I moved the photo albums to my foot locker in the attic (it is secured with a lock) and my sister is still ticked about the photo albums.

I hate it when my Father and Mother claim that they outstanding parents, and Lil knows some of how bad they were. One day I'm going to strip buck naked and have Dean point out the outstanding parental "gifts".

But the problem with that is I have a Japanese irezumi style tattoo on my back from when I was younger. Basically it is a Yakuza tattoo, I like it, Lil likes it or at least she says she does, but it does cause issues when we go to Japan and Korea. I do not go shirtless because you can see the scars on my back, even with the tattoos.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:13 pm

I ended up in a Military hospital at Cubi Point, located adjacent to Subic Bay Naval base.

I should have gotten a discount on multiple visits. As far as Military hospitals go it was not really that bad. The worst one I did time in was in Colorado. Fitzsimmons Army Medical Center, I actually escaped from that one. I heard later they closed it down, but I don’t know if they did or turned it into a VA snake pit.

So here I am laid up in Cubi Point, there was a guy in the bed next to me who had lost both legs above the knees. Don’t know what happened or where, neither one of us want to talk are war stories but we did trade whore stories.

Eventually a few guys from my platoon came in to visit. Just before they left, they asked if we needed anything.

Bargirls wasn’t going to happen so we asked for some non hospital food and booze.

The next day Padilla showed up with two double cheeseburgers, fries and a six pack of beer and a bottle of White a castle five day old rum (okay it was five year old rum but it would strip the paint off of a battleship. He had it all in a ditty bag.

He dropped off our goodies and took off, headed out to chase or be chased by bargirls and to get drunk.

Morphine and alcohol do not mix well. But we finished a six pack and half the bottle of White Castle.

I’m not sure what woke me up but I saw The guy next to me (Robert not Bob or Bobby Davis) sitting up in his bed.

I asked him if everything was okay?

He said he had to take a piss.

The next thing I know he swings his stumps over the side of the bed and pushed hims of off the bed.

Then he started screaming.

I leaned over and yelled at him what the heck, are you okay.

He said fu$& no, I’m messed up bad. My stumps are bleeding, i pissed my self and I think I my have sh1t myself.

I asked him what the heck happened and he told me he forgot he lost his legs and just went to stand up and down he went.

I couldn’t help myself and started laughing. I was still leaning over the bed and was last thing so hard that tears were running down my face.

Right up till I went face first into the floor.

So now you have a leg less guy laughing, and another moron with a hoody nose and split lips rolling around on the floor.

The corpsman on watch was not amused one bit and neither was the ERncrew because they had to patch us both back together, both of our stitches had busted loose so we had to be cleaned up, sewed up and hosed down.

We were a little bit more circumspect with our illicit drinking.

And two bargirls came to visit about a week later no one wanted to risk us breaking anymore stitches. Either by getting drunk or by wrestling with the bargirls.

We caught heck when the corpsmen found the empty bottles and empty cans of
Beer.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:20 pm

I would like to add that Robert had some of the guys from his unit come by and one of the was a pretty big guy. He was probably around 6’5” tall and built like a tank.

Robert convinced him to pick him up and carry him to the Latrine.

As they walked past my bed Robert said something to him and he said Shut the H3ll up ya big baby.

I started laughing so hard I almost peed myself and the bed, but managed to get the porcelain pan in time.

They looked like a Dad carrying a rather large drunken foul mouth baby.

Even Robert started laughing when I told him that. The Corpsman was not amused.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Sat Jan 19, 2019 4:57 am

Well it is 0242 here and Lil just called and woke me up. Evidently in Phase I of a butt chewing to come, i was told I am no longer allowed to say “it looks like or is a Target rich environment”.

It seems that it is not something a granddaughter should say at school in an effort to get out of going outside to the play ground.

Evidently Junior had to go see the teacher. She blamed it on me (which was the truth) and since the teacher is related to Dean’s family she said “I figured as much and I fully understand”.

Which resulted in a frosty reception when I came home yesterday from the local range.

It is a bit unnerving to come home to three (well four if you count the granddaughter, five if you throw in Lil. Whom I have to pick up today at the airport.) females giving you the you messed up again or as usual look.

I should have known that one or more of them would rat me out to my adult supervision.

Dang it I just weaseled my way out of the last “incident”.

Oh well it is back to “double secret probation” for me and a long drive to pick up my bike from the dealer.

I would lay money on me taking another one when I get home, because I am an aggressive bike rider, and Lil will be momentarily behind me on the hour drive home.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Tue Jan 29, 2019 12:27 pm

Well I guess it was a sel fulfilling prophecy Lil “confiscated” my DL. I suppose I should not be surprised since back in 1989 she confiscated my retired military ID card for causing an issue.

Still haven’t got it back yet. Lost the DL for aggressive driving.

Our granddaughter wanted me to pick her up on my motorcycle from her school. So Tony (who has been riding with me since 1996 from Japan to Hawaii and now in NM) decided to go with me.

No issues there, but we decided to make a run down the road to the next town.

Unfortunately what Tony and I consider “normal” riding was not viewed that way by three Angry Asian Females or as our son says AAFs.

I supposed using out window crackers to tie the granddaughter to me when she fell asleep might also have contributed to it somewhat.

Oh well, I don’t like to ride in the cold weather anyway. Or at least that’s my story.

I did hear a bunch of the use of the word dumbassery, one day I will have to ask how to spell it, since I know how it is used in a sentence. But I will more than likely save it for a “poke the enraged rabid AAF bear.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Feb 08, 2019 2:09 pm

Well it seems we are leaving. Lil is going to work and I am going with her because it seems I can’t behave in a “non-meat eating fashion”.

Now at this point a rational husband would have kept his mouth shut, but oh no not me. I had to go an open my mouth....again and again....and one more time for good measure.

At least I didn’t get sent to stay with her creepy sister.

See you in a few weeks or so.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Feb 08, 2019 5:25 pm

Just when you think it won’t or can’t get worse.....it does.

Granddaughter to Lil (known as Rollo instead of Lola) did you know that if you throw pieces of spark plug ceramic at car windows it can make them explode?

Lil: Let me guess Pops taught you that?

Lil- If you ruin up my Baby, I’ll hurt you.

Me- which one? You told me I already ruined Junior and my genes did in our son.

Sam- Is he trying to ruin our Baby girl? I’m calling my Mom.

It is going to be a long weekend, I’m actually looking forward to flying out Monday. Odds are good that I would have a better time at creepy sister in law’s house.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Mar 22, 2019 12:26 pm

Well the odds were wrong....just returned home with creepy in tow.

Lost an Aunt in Alabama, a good friend from the military and just found out another friend passed away, so I am off (creepy) to another military funeral.

Evidently due to my early dumbassery I am not allowed to go anywhere alone.

Although our SIL told me that they think I’m depressed from the lost of my friends (both of whom are younger than me).

Nope not depressed, not even really sad, just a bit shocked I am sure we will meet again and I hope they save me a good seat. We had a good run, and a lot of us know that we were on borrowed time.

Anyway I should be back in a week or two.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Mad Mike » Fri Mar 22, 2019 1:18 pm

Laager wrote:
Fri Mar 22, 2019 12:26 pm
Well the odds were wrong....just returned home with creepy in tow.

Lost an Aunt in Alabama, a good friend from the military and just found out another friend passed away, so I am off (creepy) to another military funeral.

Evidently due to my early dumbassery I am not allowed to go anywhere alone.

Although our SIL told me that they think I’m depressed from the lost of my friends (both of whom are younger than me).

Nope not depressed, not even really sad, just a bit shocked I am sure we will meet again and I hope they save me a good seat. We had a good run, and a lot of us know that we were on borrowed time.

Anyway I should be back in a week or two.

yeah, it really sucks when your younger friends kick off - makes you wonder how you missed your turn... :roll:

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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Sun Mar 24, 2019 1:04 am

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Fri Mar 22, 2019 1:18 pm
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Well the odds were wrong....just returned home with creepy in tow.

Lost an Aunt in Alabama, a good friend from the military and just found out another friend passed away, so I am off (creepy) to another military funeral.

Evidently due to my early dumbassery I am not allowed to go anywhere alone.

Although our SIL told me that they think I’m depressed from the lost of my friends (both of whom are younger than me).

Nope not depressed, not even really sad, just a bit shocked I am sure we will meet again and I hope they save me a good seat. We had a good run, and a lot of us know that we were on borrowed time.

Anyway I should be back in a week or two.

yeah, it really sucks when your younger friends kick off - makes you wonder how you missed your turn... :roll:
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Especially when you have lived a life of absolute dumbassery.

Done amazingly stupid stuff which should by all means should lead to death and dismemberment and test you walk away either without a scratch and the guy who was just in wrong place at the wrong time ends up dead.

Oh well suck it up and drive on or embrace the suck.

Or when they are vertical in the am and by pm they are horizontal. Healthy one minute dead the next.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Sun Mar 24, 2019 9:22 pm

Well we are heading out tomorrow. Lil gave me my license back so James, Dean and I are heading to El Paso (well the Border between El Paso and Juarez to pick up Billy Padilla and then over to Lubbock to meet up with Bobby Blackdog.

Unfortunately I have to bring Creepy with me and bring her back.

Take care stay safe.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Sat May 04, 2019 2:41 pm

Ok, we just returned to New Mexico, I am beat half to death.

I saw a bit of Lil in Creepy. But evidently not enough to keep me out of trouble or adventures.

Anyway I owe a couple of stories, I will try to get to them next week.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Tue May 07, 2019 1:44 am

2nd Platoon, what can I say about 2nd Platoon....other than word from up high (also known as Battalion Headquarters) was that I was PCSing from Korea to a base stateside. Typically a list of soldiers being transferred would come out on a RIP, and then the Senior NCOs would take a look at the names and see if anyone knew or had heard of the guys on the list.

Turns out a medic in my new unit had been in Korea with me and had head about the Turkey Farm incident.

The Turkey Farm (2nd Market area, used to be by the bus station) was off limits to U.S. Personnel, the official reason was public health issues, but that is where Korean prostitutes/bar girls displayed themselves in windows for potential customers (the customers were mostly ROK soldiers and of course the KATUSAs. Gambling, drinking, eating and of course hookers all located in a small fenced off area. A place where round eyes were not welcome and would usually end up beat half to death, tossed in the open sewer pit, buck naked I might add and of course robbed.

What I think is that is it was because the Koreans didn’t want GIs messing with their bar gilrs/ prostitutes, just like we did not want ROKs and Katusas messing with "our bar girls/prostitutes. Also I think ours were U.S. Government inspected and theirs were not.

Now the ROK Ranger course that I managed to be to stupid to quit was shall we say rough. Beyond rough and the Army did not have any U.S. Soldiers/insturctors/safety personnel there to watch out for issues. Issues like live fire towards the students, lack of safety stops on the zip line over the lake, and a host of other things.

On our last march through Hades (I was hallucinating and still believe I actually met Hels and she seemed like a nice girl) a ROK soldier twisted his ankle, so I shed my Ruck and tossed it to Padilla, then fireman carried the ROK guy to the finish line. I did have to get hime to shed his ruck to and passed it on to another soldier.

Anyway, I earned my patch and went to the DMZ. I was supposed to go to ROK Ranger B company 1/17th Infantry in Camp Casey Dongducheon (known to all GIs as TDC) I am very proud to have earned the dagger and chain ROK Ranger patch.

However the ROK Command Sergeant Major had a hard on for us, so he would not pin our badges on until we finished one last test.

He loaded us up in our ODs and took us to the TDC Turkey Farm on a Freaking KATUSA/ROK payday and told us if we wanted our patches they were pinned to the tent wall of a tent he pointed out on a hand drawn map in the middle of the Turkey Farm.

If we brought our pins back he would pin us. Just like the U.S. Military did, when it was less PC. Blood Pinning was the only acceptable way to get any pin.

I was lucky the ROK soldier had heard what was going to happen (only the 7 American soldiers were to go in to retrieve their pins) and he had told me about it. Basically the ROK Command Sergeatn Major wanted us to get our asses handed to us.

I had found a really nice tire iron, I do not know what type of military vehicle it came from, but the head was about the size of a pool ball with a slight angle and the a four foot shaft with a pry bar at the end.

Since no one was using it at the time, and like the USMC says :Gear adrift is a gift", and away I went. I told the other guys but only Padilla believed me and he found a piece of rebar and five or six feet long and some tap to wrap up it up a bit.

We made it in, but had to fight our way out of the bar, Pins in our pockets and the only thing that saved us was we were a eager to commit extreme acts of violence on the ROKs and Korean civilians who for the most part only had two by twos. Although Padilla did stick a few with a philips head screw driver and I managed to pick up a nice two pound ball peen hammer as well.

While we had the snot kicked out of us, we made it out way better than the other round eyes and the ROKs and Civs looked a whole lot worse than we did. The part I liked the best is as bad as we got it we made them pay in blood, as well as broken bones. Saw a slew of ROKs hobbling around with knee surgery and broken arms as well. Not to mention the facial injuries.

The ROK Command Sergeant Major was not happy, I guess he thought it was going to be a real nice butt stomping. We got the stomping and the ROKs got their laugh. While it didn't turn out that way, it was an ugly fight. Especially after they got mad and then we pressed on. We were not walking out of there, without a trip to the ICU, so we sent as many of them ahead of us so we would have some company when/if we ended up there.

I made the ROK Command Sergeant Major blood Pin my ROK Ranger Badge to my chest, Padilla just had an instructor do it. The other guys lost their badges so they were not pinned. Still they passed and have the certificate but I'm old school and want my badges blood pinned.

I kept the tire iron and the ball peen hammer, frankly that hammer was a nice weapon and I still have it and the tire iron hanging on the workshop wall. They have served me well over the years.

So anyway, Padilla starts spreading the word about how crazy I am, how I fought my way into the Turkey Farm, with nothing but a tire iron and ball peen hammer, just to get blood pinned. I somehow managed to acquire a pocket knife, it was sticking out below my shoulder blade and since I could not reach it or do anything about it I just left it and pressed harder to make the edge of the Farm.

I love Billy like a brother, but that rat bastard conveniently left off the part that he had my six as we both fought our way out. Not in, like the Admiral says...."It's a Trap" and it was.

So here I am expecting to just slide in nice an quiet, cause no issues and just drop my gear bag in my room, jump on my bike and ride to Maxwell-Gunther Air Force Base in Montgomery to see Lil who had left the PI for her Conus assignment.

My motorcycle was parked up close to the barracks in the designated area, my bags were in my room, my go bag was ready to be slung and I was ready to jump on my bike and go. We had a 72 hour and I had a room at the Maxwell-Gunther TLF.

Well the Platoon Sergeant wanted to have a quick meeting, once again we had a shortage of NCO's, our platoon sergeant was an E-6 and we had n E-5 Section Sergeant and I was taking 2nd section (supposed to be 15 men but we only had 10)as an E-4 Corporal.

It was an informal platoon meeting near the barracks, when I noticed that some dill weed was sitting on my bike. I didn't say a word, I ran over there and did a flying leap feet first. Wilkins looked up just as I hit him and we both went over the bike, which then fell on top of us. Then I pulled out my Korean tire iron and started popping him with it. I had it stuck through my frame and always carried it and still do to this day.

I remember hearing someone say "Oh Shit" when I went running towards my bike and then I heard some other shall we say words not used in mixed company as I popped Wilkins with the tire iron.

After I popped him several times, I got up and looked around (still holding the now bloody tire iron) and told the platoon that I don't like people touching my stuff and I especially hate it when people sit on my bike. I told them I don't ask to have sex with your wife, so don't ask to sit on my bike.

Padilla looked around and said, I told you he was crazy as heck and to never mess with his stuff, especially his bike and his Air Force girlfriend.

I didn't hear what was said next, but I heard Padilla say in a loud voice, No I don't know how his crazy a$$ got a girlfriend, but if he will beat the living crap out of you for sitting on his bike, what to do think he will do if you mess with his girlfriend. Then the rat bastard laughed and said besides, she is way worse than him. He's calmed way down since she assumed operational command.

I broke Wilkins nose, and blacked and eye as well as cracked a rib or two, so he ended up on a profile. Story was he was sitting on my bike and fell off. First sergeant and the Company XO came out and saw him laying on the ground with my bike laying on top of him.

While I was gone, we bumped into a lot of old soldiers here and there and they all said that the Army was wild as heck and uncivilized back in the 60's, 70's and even into the 80's. But then they changed to a more civilized service or at least they tried. They did not care what we did as long as we showed up for morning formation and did not fall out of PT.

I even met a guy that was in the 3RD ACR during the time I was there........and before anyone asks, no I did not tell him what my name was. It went something like this. He walked up and said, Hi, my name is Joe. I said Pete and we had a good talk and a lot of laughs.

Good times, with some good people and some mental cases.
“Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I’m still alive.” If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya.

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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Mad Mike » Tue May 07, 2019 8:38 am

ah yes, the good old days.... :lol:

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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Sun May 12, 2019 6:54 pm

We made it all the way to Florida but did some time up in Northern Alabama with Doobie and some cousins.

Creepy asked me (after I started talking to her again, I’m on the fence about killing her.)

One part proud of her, three parts still spitting and ticked off.

Anyway she asked if all of our family reunions/get together went the way this one did.

Farking Padilla: heck yes that’s part of why I love to come. I’v Never been to one that has not had at least three or four arguments, a dozen fist fights and then some even have people pulling knives and guns.

I would have worded it differently but well I was still spitting an
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Wed May 15, 2019 6:10 pm

Well I’m leaving again, just lost a cousin this time. Back to Alabama for the funeral.

Back next week.

Take care stay safe and watch you six.
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Re: My Job, My Hell...

Post by Laager » Fri Jun 28, 2019 11:28 pm

Now just a quick sample of what it is like to be married to LIl....



I was working in the shop, getting ready to go to the range with some of the guys (Padilla and his family were coming up for the weekend) when the phone rang.

I checked to see who it was and it was Lil's phone number. I knew that Creepy, Sam, Junior and Lil had all gone to JC Pennys so I was wondering what was going on.

I answered the phone and found out everything was okay.

Lil: You are on speaker..... anyway you busy?

Me: No not really, why?

Lil: Want to spend some time with me?

Me: Sure what would you like to do?

Lil: Well I would like to go see a movie.

Me: Hmmmmm, (I dislike going to the movies) anything good come out?

Creepy: John WIck 3 just came out yesterday.

I'm thinking spend time with my wife, watch a movie that has plenty of violence, a metric ton of firearms and maybe a good meal afterwards and I win some brownie points and might get lucky.

Me: Sure, what time do you want to go?

Lil: Be there before 1215, the movie starts at 1230. See you there.

I stopped what I was doing cleaned up my mess and hit the shower.

I arrived there at 1145hrs and saw her standing in line to purchase tickets. I made it up to her just as I heard her say 13 tickets for the 1215 Pokémon Detective Pikachu movie.

That's when I looked inside and saw Creepy, Sam, Junior and an assorted mixture of grandchildren in line (inside) purchasing popcorn and drinks.

I can not remember anything about Pokémon Detective Pikachu, but I did not get a meal or anything other than a headache. Oh and popcorn all over me from the other scheming females in my family.

Lil just smiled and said it was a life lesson. I assumed we were going to see John Wick 3, that it was just going to be the two of us. I never asked any questions.
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