Horrible mid-air collision up in Dallas at an air show today. P-63 struck a B-17.
Thank you Rooster. What a manYes it is.
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Great story Bernie! Sorry if I'm a day late but thank you and everyone else who served. Trust me. It will not be forgotten.A little Viet Nam story. One night at DaNang, I was running late for guard mount and needed to go in the armory before it started. In those days, some of the blacks did long drawn out handshakes. They were in the door way doing one of those handshakes. I stood there for a few seconds waiting patiently, but as it became obvious to me they weren't letting me in, without thinking, I just gently lifted their arms and walked under them. It was no big deal to me. I just didn't want to be late.
Well there was an ongoing problem around the hooch area. A certain group would sit on the wooden sidewalks with their weapons and try and make white guys step off in the mud. The next morning after the guard mount episode, three white guys intercepted me on my way to the chow hall. I was the highest ranking non career man on the force and they asked me to lead a revolt against that group. I was non committal and knew I was screwed.
I reckon word had got around of the armory guard mount thing because by the end of the day, the brass had told me to pack my gear and put me on a chopper for Tan My. Now Tan My needed an assistant NCOIC of security, but was everything Connected or just a coincidence?
A little Viet Nam story. One night at DaNang, I was running late for guard mount and needed to go in the armory before it started. In those days, some of the blacks did long drawn out handshakes. They were in the door way doing one of those handshakes. I stood there for a few seconds waiting patiently, but as it became obvious to me they weren't letting me in, without thinking, I just gently lifted their arms and walked under them. It was no big deal to me. I just didn't want to be late.
Well there was an ongoing problem around the hooch area. A certain group would sit on the wooden sidewalks with their weapons and try and make white guys step off in the mud. The next morning after the guard mount episode, three white guys intercepted me on my way to the chow hall. I was the highest ranking non career man on the force and they asked me to lead a revolt against that group. I was non committal and knew I was screwed.
I reckon word had got around of the armory guard mount thing because by the end of the day, the brass had told me to pack my gear and put me on a chopper for Tan My. Now Tan My needed an assistant NCOIC of security, but was everything Connected or just a coincidence?
A little Viet Nam story. One night at DaNang, I was running late for guard mount and needed to go in the armory before it started. In those days, some of the blacks did long drawn out handshakes. They were in the door way doing one of those handshakes. I stood there for a few seconds waiting patiently, but as it became obvious to me they weren't letting me in, without thinking, I just gently lifted their arms and walked under them. It was no big deal to me. I just didn't want to be late.
Well there was an ongoing problem around the hooch area. A certain group would sit on the wooden sidewalks with their weapons and try and make white guys step off in the mud. The next morning after the guard mount episode, three white guys intercepted me on my way to the chow hall. I was the highest ranking non career man on the force and they asked me to lead a revolt against that group. I was non committal and knew I was screwed.
I reckon word had got around of the armory guard mount thing because by the end of the day, the brass had told me to pack my gear and put me on a chopper for Tan My. Now Tan My needed an assistant NCOIC of security, but was everything Connected or just a coincidence?
A little Viet Nam story. One night at DaNang, I was running late for guard mount and needed to go in the armory before it started. In those days, some of the blacks did long drawn out handshakes. They were in the door way doing one of those handshakes. I stood there for a few seconds waiting patiently, but as it became obvious to me they weren't letting me in, without thinking, I just gently lifted their arms and walked under them. It was no big deal to me. I just didn't want to be late.
Well there was an ongoing problem around the hooch area. A certain group would sit on the wooden sidewalks with their weapons and try and make white guys step off in the mud. The next morning after the guard mount episode, three white guys intercepted me on my way to the chow hall. I was the highest ranking non career man on the force and they asked me to lead a revolt against that group. I was non committal and knew I was screwed.
I reckon word had got around of the armory guard mount thing because by the end of the day, the brass had told me to pack my gear and put me on a chopper for Tan My. Now Tan My needed an assistant NCOIC of security, but was everything Connected or just a coincidence?
I stayed drunk or high for over ten years after I got home. Eventually the Lord had mercy on me and gave me the strength to quit.We joke and laugh about silly football games, I never saw a war...never wore a uniform, but an uncle of mine was in Vietnam, he never stop drinking afterwards, I'm not for sure if he had a problem beforehand, they couldn't get him to stop...he told my mom once 'you have no idea what I saw'...he died drunk, was always nice to me, I didn't know him well, But I'm sure that war f-cked him up.
I stayed drunk or high for over ten years after I got home. Eventually the Lord had mercy on me and gave me the strength to quit.
My first night in country we landed at Camnh Ranh Bay, A large distribution center. We got there about ten at night on a Flying Tiger. Flying Tigers are an interesting story in its on. There was a rocket attack in progress. We could see and hear the blasts on the plane. They herded us into A huge quonset hut where we were to spend the night. We were the first plane to arrive. we climbed up in the bleachers and tried to get comfortable. The rocket attack lasted till daylight. After awhile you didn't even pay any attention to the explosions.I'm glad you made it man..I think my uncle was a good guy, he didn't say much...I would see him at the holidays and he would ask how you doing? how things at UK? ...that was about it...your parents don't tell you everything, I picked up pieces over years, finally got most of the story...once I learned somethings, had so many questions, but he probably wouldn't have answered them...only thing I know, this guy didn't sit on a base, he went to gawd damn war...I don't know what happened, but he was never well afterwards.
You see a lot of stuff. I've seen a baby die, innocent civilians die and people tortured to death. On bad days, I can still hear the screams.
Thank you Rooster. One day I may take the time to figure out how to post pics here. I have some of my Grandmother and Lauren when they are younger (50's).Yes it is.
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We lost some members of an M110A1 10-man artillery section from another battery in our battalion in Germany in the late 70's due to an explosion from a faulty round that exploded in the tube during a fire mission. They were on the other side of the tree line from the section I was in, and we heard and saw the explosion from a distance. 6 or 7 of those men (most we knew) died from the explosion. Tube of the howitzer was completely destroyed. The M110A1 is a big gun. Mine from the gulf war is pictured below with second picture being of the ammo for reference. Each M110A1 round weighs 208lbs.
Also have an uncle who was in Vietnam in the marines. Does not talk much about what he went through either.I'm glad you made it man..I think my uncle was a good guy, he didn't say much...I would see him at the holidays and he would ask how you doing? how things at UK? ...that was about it...your parents don't tell you everything, I picked up pieces over years, finally got most of the story...once I learned somethings, had so many questions, but he probably wouldn't have answered them...only thing I know, this guy didn't sit on a base, he went to gawd damn war...I don't know what happened, but he was never well afterwards.
The same thing happened to my father in law. He was never the same after WWII and serving in the South Pacific. He was in some of the fiercest battles of the war and was a sniper in a rifle company. We had no idea of his military career until his funeral. Other than he fought the Japanese. He never talked about it to me but a man I had never met got up to speak at his funeral and we all sat there amazed at the honors he was awarded. After the service I told my wife to get a copy of his DD214 or for WWII Vets the WD AGO. From there she started doing research and found he had been awarded two Bronze Stars with valor and one Silver Star. He never even hinted of his bravery during the war. All we knew what that he was an excellent shot. A few years after he died I spoke to his brother and asked him about it. He said Lester just wanted to forget but even the bottle couldn't make him forget.We joke and laugh about silly football games, I never saw a war...never wore a uniform, but an uncle of mine was in Vietnam, he never stop drinking afterwards, I'm not for sure if he had a problem beforehand, they couldn't get him to stop...he told my mom once 'you have no idea what I saw'...he died drunk, was always nice to me, I didn't know him well, But I'm sure that war f-cked him up.
Storm, I currently have a granddaughter at the Air Force Academy and her brother had an appointment to West Point but decided he wanted to go into medicine and passed on it. My mother had two cousins graduate from West Point. One of them was killed at Normandy and his father was on the staff of General Eisenhower and involved in the planning of the Normandy invasion. Where his son would die.Thank you Rooster. One day I may take the time to figure out how to post pics here. I have some of my Grandmother and Lauren when they are younger (50's).
Thanks for all the military stories from everyone here. Dad was in the Navy but was between Korea and Vietnam. I came very close to going to the Naval Academy but now happy that I didn't. Things have worked out great for me.
The same thing happened to my father in law. He was never the same after WWII and serving in the South Pacific. He was in some of the fiercest battles of the war and was a sniper in a rifle company. We had no idea of his military career until his funeral. Other than he fought the Japanese. He never talked about it to me but a man I had never met got up to speak at his funeral and we all sat there amazed at the honors he was awarded. After the service I told my wife to get a copy of his DD214 or for WWII Vets the WD AGO. From there she started doing research and found he had been awarded two Bronze Stars with valor and one Silver Star. He never even hinted of his bravery during the war. All we knew what that he was an excellent shot. A few years after he died I spoke to his brother and asked him about it. He said Lester just wanted to forget but even the bottle couldn't make him forget.
Drinking led to his early death.
Thanks for sharing your stories Bernie. One of the most heartfelt things I've ever watched was The Vietnam War documentary. Hearing the stories they told was truly emotional.A little Viet Nam story. One night at DaNang, I was running late for guard mount and needed to go in the armory before it started. In those days, some of the blacks did long drawn out handshakes. They were in the door way doing one of those handshakes. I stood there for a few seconds waiting patiently, but as it became obvious to me they weren't letting me in, without thinking, I just gently lifted their arms and walked under them. It was no big deal to me. I just didn't want to be late.
Well there was an ongoing problem around the hooch area. A certain group would sit on the wooden sidewalks with their weapons and try and make white guys step off in the mud. The next morning after the guard mount episode, three white guys intercepted me on my way to the chow hall. I was the highest ranking non career man on the force and they asked me to lead a revolt against that group. I was non committal and knew I was screwed.
I reckon word had got around of the armory guard mount thing because by the end of the day, the brass had told me to pack my gear and put me on a chopper for Tan My. Now Tan My needed an assistant NCOIC of security, but was everything Connected or just a coincidence?
I consider myself lucky. I spent most of my tour doing security at a Coast Guard radar station. There was no GPS back then, so long range radar was extremely important and this was state of the art. They were offering some of the guys that really knew their stuff as much as 25 grand to re-up. As a contrast they offered me as a cop 200 bucks. They really took care of those guys, great food and a nice soft bed. Us cops got the same living conditions. We even had a soft ball team.@berniecarbo and other Vietnam vets, while I respect and thank all who served before me, I have the utmost respect for those who suffered through that war most of all and the mistreatment of them coming home. It still pisses me off when I think of the harsh treatment many of them suffered. When coming back from the Gulf we were greeted and applauded at every turn (too much really) and I believe it was to make up for the bad way you guys were treated.
A salute to you and all who suffered through the indignity you guys did.
Looking good. Same with my relatives on Nolin Lake.What some of my relatives in Kentucky do when the season opens:
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We be hunters.Looking good. Same with my relatives on Nolin Lake.
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Looking good my man, the deep freeze will be full.What some of my relatives in Kentucky do when the season opens:
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Looking good my man, the deep freeze will be full.
My wife did something at church that was a first for me this morning. I have been going to church all of my life and I never saw this.
For Christmas the church is sponsoring an African tribe and they requested livestock and other animals for Christmas presents this year. So my wife bought two goats.
They had a big board with all kinds of livestock. Cows, sheep, goats, donkeys and birds such as chickens, turkeys and geese . You walked up to the board and picked one and this would go to a person or family in Africa. They took photos of the animals available and they were posted on the board .
So she bought two goats for $40.00 each. Chickens were $4.00. Sheep $40, etc. We gave them names this morning "fiddle de dee and fiddle de doe" The Africans will use them for breeding and diary products such as milk and cheese. I like this idea of helping our fellow brothers and sisters because you are giving them something they need and will use.
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Could get NCAA tourney top seed with #1 Washington getting beat.How 'bout them Cats?!?! On to the NCAA tournament. Sun Belt regular season and tournament champs!