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Conversation Between frank.macher and gorknoids

Conversation Between frank.macher and gorknoids

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10-14-2008 12:29 PM
frank.macher

Yep, those days were really strange. Never knew who was talking on what comms. Things got better for a while after that with the changes from the old Am & FM to the digital stuff.

Got sent to Germany after that and they still had the old crap too.

Finally decided I wanted to get my degree, so got out, joined the ARNG, got my degree, kind of been there ever since.

Things are a whole hell of a lot different from when I came in though.

I remember the Drill SGT saying that anyone who disagreed with him could step out back for wall-to-wall counseling. I "heard" they had a thing called a stress-card for a bit, the card you show to the Drill when you need a break from training, etc. Then I heard about a "think-about-it" platoon... I guess you wnet there if you weren't sure the military was right for you.

Now, I get the spoiled little snots (LOL, not all of them are) who wonder why they aren't promoted after having been in a month or three, etc. The what do I get out of it "Soldiers".

I will say this though, they are doing their fair share of going to the sand-box.

Just wish some of them were a little more mature before I had to send them there.

Keep the faith, dry powder, good intel, and good cover.

Frank
10-09-2008 12:50 AM
gorknoids

That "Dry Cereal" op had a few cluster-fucks, and never was explained to the world. One of our A-7's from USS Independence shot up a chicken barn full of your guys because the comms sucked.
All anyone here heard was that we blasted up a small Caribbean island to save a bunch of medical students the air fare home.
10-08-2008 02:14 PM
frank.macher

LOL. I can see it now!

I remember getting my entire section to salute a butter bar while he came up to us on a bicycle - no insult intended but an NCO would have known not to try and return the salute while precariously balancing his weight on a gravel road.

Needless to say, we had to extricate the poor bugger and get him on his way to the trp med ctr.

I remember waking up a few years back when some MP types were pounding in concertina segregating my building from the rest of post for some healthy dry cereal operation that became a movie with Mr Eastwood...

Gotta love the theatrics of hollywood versus the reality of being in an armpit. Hollywood sure glorifies the looks of it.

You are most welcome. I also salute you for your service. There are a lot of great people with much to offer on the site. Feel free to invite others to look at it too. I'm comparatively new, lurked in the shadows for a while then decided the site was decidedly useful.

BTW, they have a lot of vets who still are shadowcats, the ones who got the bad welcomes from 'Nam etc. If I find out about 'em I thank them and apologize for the Hanoi Janes they met when they got home.

Keep the powder dry, the perps confused, and let the Marines lead the dance once in a while, LOL.
10-07-2008 09:14 PM
gorknoids

Hi Frank,
I appreciate the invitation and thank you profusely. You'll have to forgive me while I bumble my way around this board, but I've never seen such an awesome layout before. Shit, before long I'll be getting tickets from the city because the lawn hasn't been mowed and the pizza boxes are obscuring the sun!
Last Army intel type I met was in Puerto Rico about 11 years ago. I got a good deal, short-notice flight to the beach to pick up some bomb fuzes during Operation Ocean Venture (Insert year here____) and our staff intel guy gave me a package to give to the Army G-3 bubba. Of course, I fucked with him before handing the pics over ("How do I know that you are who you SAY you are, sir?") and went to Weapons Department to set up the ordnance delivery.
I got up the next morning with a monster hangover and about 2 hours of sleep, and started walking toward the airfield, which you guys had dropped into, secured, and made your own.
Here's me, an enlisted guy in khakis with gold collar devices, and 700 Soldiers coming the other way on the same side of the road. Every swinging dick on that road saluted me, and I seriously considered taking off the piss-cutter and the shirt and saving my arm. After a couple dozen, I just started smiling and looking back at them.

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