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Speaking of lighthearted:
Stupid stuff...
Sending the newguy to go find a:
- Bucket of propwash
- a couple gallons of K9-P.
- A lefthanded hammer
- a metric cresent wrench
- a block stretcher
- a dirt spreader
Stupid things done when bored:
- 1 liter water bottle + MRE heater pad = great fun.
- AAFES cup buried in a berm, a hole in the bottom of it, and one as of yet unlit oxyacetaline torch.
- Hospital issue propolaytics, an unlit cutting torch = some unsual ballons for everyones amusement.
- Guam, lots of frogs, some guys playing frog baseball for distance with broken slegehammer handles, and one bored wielder who gets the idea to make a cannon out of scrap and beat everybody. Add one piece of roundstock, wield plate on end of it, blow hole near in tube with cutting torch. Bury said assembly in a berm. Find perfect size frog, stuff frog in tube, fill tube with oxyacetaline from unlit torch, with draw torch, light torch, pass near hole. Baseball season afterwords, was officaly declared closed.
- 45 pack bus, icy tarmac, 40 groggy engineers in the back, and one bored equipment operator in the drivers seat who gets the idea to pull some donuts.
- Two I- beams, a length of 550 cord, 4 bored and creative engineers tugging on the end of cord, another tying it off = mightly slingshot. Ammunition used , spent weilding rods. Target, birds about 100 yards away.
- Superglue, an unattended toolbelt, a self propelled manlift, and a witting victim off to lunch.
Man i could go on for days
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Actually, how many remember the fact that, unless the new guy is actually trained in demo, he has forgotten everything they taught him in basic?
So, when in the field, you grabbed a slice of C4 to make a fire with, the new guy runs and hits the dirt....
Yes, this was PRE-MRE, when I went in, C-Rats were the field rations.
And lane, you have to be on garrison duty to have that wonderful job. If you spend all your time in indian country, you dont worry bout nothin but diggin a hole, doing business, and covering said hole.
Which always made me think that the guys who got to go back to a nice comfy tent or bunker every day had it made.
However, there is one thing that all branches had to deal with...
The guys in those Ivory towers who came up with the operational orders which made us all ask, "They want us to do WHAT?"
Or the one that all of ground pounders hated, "You will proceed at your best possible pace to location x, arriving in no more than 14 hours."
And it always seemed that 'x' was two ridge lines or a swamp or a gorge or some natural obsticle away that ment that getting there in 14 hours usually took an act of god, yet we somehow always made it, but were in no condition to do anything. At which time, the guy who wanted us there sends, "Situation has changed, rest 8 hours and return to previous area of operation."
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I remember a bar fight in Taiwan when the Navy came in, something just came over me from watching all of those old westerns, and I had to throw that chair through the window for no earthly reason.
The guys in the control tower get really pissed if you go out on the active runway and attempt to reenact the gun fight scene from high noon with flare pistols.
Mornings spent in the life support shack sucking up oxygen after absorbing the local culture the night before and forgetting you were the ready bird.
The smile on a jet jockey's face as we rode up on the jungle penetrator.
Setting off a tear gas canister in the showers is NEVER a good idea, but it is funny watching all of those bare butts running down the road in shower clogs.
Friends you made and people you met.
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I had to do a "tactical retreat" last night...or things on the "home front" would escalate to a full engagementBUT I`m back now....SO...
Lane...I know what is doing...reminds me of a "job" I had in Kosovo for 48 hours after i "acidentally" engaged MIG 29 Fighters...My plane was not configured for Air to Air Combat so we were just there for "suport" actions, but I was a "wing" on a 7 bird F16 escort mission (5 F16 2 F15) on the first days of the braul..2 Us 4 Dutch and me. We were protecting one of the first stricke packages, as soon as we entered Serbian Airspace we were told by AWACS that 3 Migs 29 had just taken off on intercept. The Dutch gave chase the 2 Us F15 went to flank and I stayed tactical on 20.000 f, then the darnest thing hapened...ALL 4 dutch Picked up the SAME targetand they gave him a xristmas AMRAAM, first kill of the Kosovo "party". problem was they lost the other 2 MIG and I was just in the right "place" in the sky, so I "painted" them and broke to flank at full afterburner heading for the F15, My bird was a F16 A so no way i could engage...but i did MACH 2.05 heading for the US F15. WE did a fly by the midlle with the F15 passing me on each side and "terminating" the MIGS
As a thank you I got DIESEL detail(like your son), like your son, a reprimand from my goverment, and a pat on the back from my squadron commander, and free beer from the US pilots all the time we were there.
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