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War Stories

I dont quite think this thread was intended for petty stuff
 
I’ve been here three years, almost. Should be easy for you to find. You are alway calling someone a liar, put up!



Only packing I have done is after ETS, when I was involved in skydiving. I’ll wait......

If it wasn't you, it wasn't you, then. Relax.
 
If it wasn't you, it wasn't you, then. Relax.


aren’t you always accusing posters of lying?

Apology accepted.
 
Fish aren’t biting today........

But snakes are.

Snake vs. Marine II

Okinawa. Korean War era barracks. Early 1990s.

I walk into the laundry room. Barefoot and wearing shorts and a T shirt. I toss my clothes on top of the washer. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. A snake has crawled up to the window ledge level with the back of the washer.

I immediately think "grab the clothes". As I make a grab the snake strikes towards my hand. It loses balance, bangs into the back of the washer and drops to the floor. I in turn claim atop the dryer and start to stuff clothes into the washer (gotta continue with the mission). With washer going I jump towards the doorway and make a successful escape.

A half hour later I return wearing boots and with a broom stick in hand ready to play hockey if need be.

Snake appears to have vacated the area.

For safety sake I climb atop the washer and move clothes to the dryer. Suddenly a head pops into view between the washer and dryer. Mr. Slither has exposed himself. Broomstick to the back of the neck and its lights out.

I pull the snake out and lay it in a dust pan. I carry it out the Gunny Bs room. He has been to the Okinawan zoo. Knock on his door and when he answers I shove the dustpan under his nose and ask if he knows what kind of snake I had bagged.

He almost levitated at that point, eyes as big as pie pans, and exclaims "Habu".

For those never visiting Okinawa the Habu is known as a highly venomous snake and has killed service members.

We saved it in my freezer until the upcoming safety stand down where we displayed it.

So now 1 and 1.
 
Snake vs. Marine III

Enlisted aircrew aboard a CH-53. One Marine decided to sleep in cargo area of the Helo instead of trudging back to tent city.

In the morning he wakes and feels something in his sleeping bag. He freezes and waits over an hour for other maintenance personnel to show up. They carefully unzip the bag and find a sidewinder rattlesnake cuddled up to the aircrewman. A large jar is procured and the rattler coerced into it.

Everyone safe and happy.
 
Ok, snake vs. line doggie:

My brigade is training for Vietnam in Texas, 1967. It's about 8:00 pm, we have formed a perimeter, some have dug in, others have just fallen asleep. In the position next to ours one guy, a squad leader named Dutch, is asleep on the ground. A couple of us spot a rattler moving in his direction. A big one. The word gets around with guys pointing. There are some excited, muffled, giggles. The snake crawls right under his neck. As it crawls away Dutch jumps up and exclaims "Jesus Christ"!!. Guys are chuckling saying, "Dutch!, what happened?", "hey, something happened to Dutch!", "Dutch, are you OK?" Everybody is laughing.
 
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In basic, we had Eddie. Eddie was 100 lbs if he was soaking wet. After a few weeks of trial and error, we figured out that the buffer worked better if we cut a square of blanket and put it between the brush and the floor. After further experimentation, we found that a little extra weight on the buffer got better results. “Eddie!” Come here and ride the buffer......slick floors.

After the platoon got PX privileges, we would get our beer and head out under a tree, where they had a picnic table. When a few guys from another platoon would walk by, we sent Eddie out to give them some crap. When they began to move on Eddie, we would roll out from under the tree where we had been watching........we didn’t mean nothing........

Still waiting .........Bagdad!
 
I was at Fire Base Bastogne in Vietnam. I was sleeping in a bunker after a long day of humping in the A Sau. I feel something on my leg and out of reflex, I reach down and grab it. Right away I realize it is a snake and it is as big around as a baseball. Then I hear this half roar / half hiss sound that comes from a Cobra. I realize I have just pissed this thing off and I am thinking I am toast. I slowly move my hand off it and freeze. The snake crawled away and I didn't sleep for two days.
 
I was at Fire Base Bastogne in Vietnam. I was sleeping in a bunker after a long day of humping in the A Sau. I feel something on my leg and out of reflex, I reach down and grab it. Right away I realize it is a snake and it is as big around as a baseball. Then I hear this half roar / half hiss sound that comes from a Cobra. I realize I have just pissed this thing off and I am thinking I am toast. I slowly move my hand off it and freeze. The snake crawled away and I didn't sleep for two days.

You were covered in luck.
 
Ok, snake vs. line doggie:

My brigade is training for Vietnam in Texas, 1967. It's about 8:00 pm, we have formed a perimeter, some have dug in, others have just fallen asleep. In the position next to ours one guy, a squad leader named Dutch, is asleep on the ground. A couple of us spot a rattler moving in his direction. A big one. The word gets around with guys pointing. There are some excited, muffled, giggles. The snake crawls right under his neck. As it crawls away Dutch jumps up and exclaims "Jesus Christ"!!. Guys are chuckling saying, "Dutch!, what happened?", "hey, something happened to Dutch!", "Dutch, are you OK?" Everybody is laughing.

Feckin GIs, man. I love it. :lamo
 
I am at Phu Bai and it is the Christmas season. It was monsoon season and had been raining sideways for about a month straight. It was the first day it hadn't rained in weeks. During mail call, I got a package from a church group from the church my mom attended. This package had been handled with the loving care that most of our packages received. It looked like it had been ran over by a deuce and a half. These ladies must have used a whole roll of tape on this box. I was setting on a sandbag cutting through all this tape and had attracted a crowd of bastards who lack compassion and found humor in my struggles. Well thanks to perseverance, I get this package open. Inside are a bunch of cookie crumbs. Now, I am getting even more flack from all these yahoos. I search through the crumbs and find one intact Santa cookie. With great joy, I pull this out and display it to my audience. I am waving it around and telling these guys how much I am going to enjoy this cookie. While I am doing this I feel a yank on my cookie. I look down to see a rat trying to wrest my cookie away. I did save most of my cookie but if I never hear another rat joke it will be OK with me.
 
I am at Phu Bai and it is the Christmas season. It was monsoon season and had been raining sideways for about a month straight. It was the first day it hadn't rained in weeks. During mail call, I got a package from a church group from the church my mom attended. This package had been handled with the loving care that most of our packages received. It looked like it had been ran over by a deuce and a half. These ladies must have used a whole roll of tape on this box. I was setting on a sandbag cutting through all this tape and had attracted a crowd of bastards who lack compassion and found humor in my struggles. Well thanks to perseverance, I get this package open. Inside are a bunch of cookie crumbs. Now, I am getting even more flack from all these yahoos. I search through the crumbs and find one intact Santa cookie. With great joy, I pull this out and display it to my audience. I am waving it around and telling these guys how much I am going to enjoy this cookie. While I am doing this I feel a yank on my cookie. I look down to see a rat trying to wrest my cookie away. I did save most of my cookie but if I never hear another rat joke it will be OK with me.

That was one bold rat.

During the second week, or so, I was in Vietnam we pulled up on an LZ, LZ Ann, near Chu Lia. That night I slept on a "bunk" in my bunker that had mosquito netting around it. At some point I heard then saw a rat crawling along between the netting and the sandbags. I realized the netting wasn't really for mosquitoes, it was for rats.
 
That was one bold rat.

During the second week, or so, I was in Vietnam we pulled up on an LZ, LZ Ann, near Chu Lia. That night I slept on a "bunk" in my bunker that had mosquito netting around it. At some point I heard then saw a rat crawling along between the netting and the sandbags. I realized the netting wasn't really for mosquitoes, it was for rats.

We would shoot them and the papa san would collect them in the morning, clean them and eat them. We kept him well fed.
 
My best bud and I shared the back of a Gamma Goat, look it up; we slung shelter halves as hammocks. The ‘aggressors’ attacked us sometime after lights out with CS. My bud found my gas mask before he found his and I was left to the wet tee shirt routine.

I came REALLY close to buying a Gamma Goat. They are super cool.
 
Snake vs. Marine III

Enlisted aircrew aboard a CH-53. One Marine decided to sleep in cargo area of the Helo instead of trudging back to tent city.

In the morning he wakes and feels something in his sleeping bag. He freezes and waits over an hour for other maintenance personnel to show up. They carefully unzip the bag and find a sidewinder rattlesnake cuddled up to the aircrewman. A large jar is procured and the rattler coerced into it.

Everyone safe and happy.

So...that would be a draw down?
 
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