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Picture 8 of 13 from Album Timber-Wolf & gun/medic related album building project. |
 | Cold War Germany 1977. Rhineland Kasern, Ettlingen, Baden Wurtenburg/Black Forest.
In the back of a tool trailer I grabbed an axe and told my (back from 'Nam only 5 years earlier, a highly decorated Combat Medic from TX and a crazy SOB) what I thought of his plan on my PFC/E-3 butt pulling KP, (Kitchen Police) pealing spuds all night for the cooks, for mouthing off at him earlier about: "You ain't that tough, if you didn't hide behind them stripes I'd kick your ass. The axe was what sent him back to Tet and me nearly to a hole in the ground. He took his SSG/E6 collar pins off, handed them to his Buck-Sergent assistant platoon sergeant and grabbed that axe right out of my hands, pulled me behind a truck and I woke up 2 hours later in our Aid Station feeling like I had got hit by a tank. I never sassed him again, and that was just a normal method used to handle bad attitude troops like me then and there, who got our motivation back real fast when it was permitted to knock the crap out of the 20 y/o Canis-Lupus puppy you see looking like a bad-ass about to meet the pack wolf leader in a quick lesson on what those stripes and that CMB really meant. I followed his every order from that day like it had come right from God Himself, and became one motivated soon to be Spec-4 young soldier.
For anyone who pulled duty during those days, you will know there was not much cold about the no-shooting war except the freezing winters spent in Graf, Hohenfels or Vilseck in Bavaria. | | Picture Added 07-04-2008 05:46 AM | | |
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