tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post8543812822322408521..comments2024-03-07T23:04:20.643-05:00Comments on ___prh...a day in the life....Blogging since July 2007: Stage 2.......1970-1972 end of an eraPRHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-130394495187430872008-01-22T09:57:00.000-05:002008-01-22T09:57:00.000-05:00That was fun to read, like one of Mushy's life pos...That was fun to read, like one of Mushy's life posts. I love reading this kind of stuff. My only experience with the military, other than being a dependant for 20 someodd years, was 2 years of Air Foece ROTC in college. Those years taught me that I wasn't suited for that life. It was very different from the life my dad had lived. Too much bureaucratic bullshit. <BR/><BR/>I wish I'd had an experience at that young age, like you and Mushy had, too give me the confidence to take life by the horns. It happened, but much later, after many opportunities had passed me by. That will always haunt me. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I love reading this stuff. Keepp it up.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-88480005334914530132008-01-20T11:22:00.000-05:002008-01-20T11:22:00.000-05:00Yupper..."The Griff" as you call it is only about ...Yupper..."The Griff" as you call it is only about 20 miles from where I live, and I'd heard stories about it's "Chicken Shit" rep from folks like my brother, a full bird Col. He was never stationed at "The Griff" as he was an F-4 Phantom pilot in Nam, and later at McDill in Fla.<BR/><BR/>...and Rome, NY certainly does suck...there's nothin there!<BR/><BR/>Pat...did ya ever get over to "Sylvan Beach" on Oneida Lake? I live about 10 minutes from there on the water....Cookie.....https://www.blogger.com/profile/00949670068350863770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-57469493260219482422008-01-18T22:44:00.000-05:002008-01-18T22:44:00.000-05:00Right in the middle of my tour in 'Nam was where I...Right in the middle of my tour in 'Nam was where I became independent...figured if I was going to die, it didn't matter much.<BR/><BR/>Luckily for me only one "lifer," well, besides the Lt. I wrote about, ever pissed me off, but I got him back before leaving.<BR/><BR/>I just remembered I never wrote about it...I don't think.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, St. Forney, a Staff Sgt., was in charge of my area one night and he would come walking around in the dark behind the revetments and insist we "challenge" him even though we could plainly see each other.<BR/><BR/>Well, one night I decided I'd challenge him good. After giving the sign and getting the counter sign, I asked if he vouched for the man behind him. It was dark as the inside of an oil barrel at night, and he sort of said, "There's no one with me," real low and matter of fact like.<BR/><BR/>I asked him again, and he began to show some anger, but by the fourth time I asked, I clicked my safety off, and demanded he answer.<BR/><BR/>Suddenly he was obviously scared and he dove for the ground screaming "shoot, shoot, shoot!"<BR/><BR/>I just stood there laughing with him cussing me, but I knew he'd never tell anyone because of the way he acted. <BR/><BR/>That asshole!<BR/><BR/>Love those jail-bird pants man!fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.com