Don't they call that transfer by association.......
Some might, but I call it BS by proclamation (FALSE).
Close.WRONG (Pulled out my best imitation of wc. Mimicking is a form of flattery right?)
Talk about running for your life. A buddy of mine and I used to hit the pavions down on the waterfront in Izmir Turkey. A pavion was a night club where girls hustled guys (a lot of the guys were lonely gi's) for drinks. We were walking back to the bus stop. If we missed the bus, it was two hours till the next one. We are walking along and I noticed my buddy wasn't there. I looked around and he is a half block behind and urinating on a car window. Next thing I know, there are twenty or more highly irritated Turks chasing us. I was in great shape, so I easily stayed way ahead of the group. My buddy was strong as horse, but not a runner. I got to the bus stop just as the driver was pulling away and got him to stop and wait on my buddy. I can still picture him rushing to the back of the bus and giving the crowd a one finger salute as they faded into the background.When I sat down and opened up my computer it popped up a picture of me from back in the day (it does that sometimes).
This picture is around October 1976 Ft. Sill OK 321st FA OSUT (One Station Unit Training) same unit for both Basic and AIT. Those were the guys I used to hang out with. The guy just above me (Aponte) was the only person to ever beat me in the 2-mile run during the PT test my whole career in the Army. Happened only once. I never let it happen again.
When I sat down and opened up my computer it popped up a picture of me from back in the day (it does that sometimes).
This picture is around October 1976 Ft. Sill OK 321st FA OSUT (One Station Unit Training) same unit for both Basic and AIT. Those were the guys I used to hang out with. The guy just above me (Aponte) was the only person to ever beat me in the 2-mile run during the PT test my whole career in the Army. Happened only once. I never let it happen again.
Was in the Frankfurt train station one late afternoon with another soldier (he was an instructor and training me in ishinryu karate in those days) and we were just coming back from a small town we were checking out when he was approached by a big German who we found out was gay and was hitting on him. After some time trying to get rid of the guy (who was drunk by the way and harassing him) he just popped him and knocked him down. A couple of German police (Politzei) saw what happened and came after us. Both of us hit the bricks and got out of there running our asses off heading back to Gutleut Kaserne (our unit) which was a few blocks away from the train station. We knew how rough the Polizei could be and did not want to be caught by those guys.
