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.
aren’t you always accusing posters of lying?
Apology accepted.
Triggered bro? :lamo
Fish aren’t biting today........
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.