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Similes rule...........

U Betcha!

And did you know that Koreans do not have the equivalent of "similar". To them it is "same-same, but different"
Just Sayin'

GWB

Yeah. There was a 6 yr old kid just outside of Hue once that used that logic on me. He asked if I wanted his mother; "She numba 1 virgin GI!"

Tranlatin' ain't always successful, but they understood "Colt" well enough.

Speakin' of "Colt", there was a time in Saigon when US servicemen weren't 'sposed to be packin' in public. I didn't spend much time there, but when I did I packed under the flight suit top w/shoulder holster. Some boys that were assigned in and around Saigon had to take a different tack with it all. You see, it wasn't NVA or VC that were the big problem, it was what we called "Cowboys". Young dinks on mopeds that wanted your chitt and were particularly violent about getting to that point.

Well, there was an LT that decided he would pack a pen flare kit in one of the myriad of pockets found on flight suits, only this particular variety was not the garden variety bang 'n pop pen flare. No sir. It used a design similar to the old Gyro-Jet pistol, ie a spin stabilized 4 nozzle rocket in about .50 caliber. They didn't have a lot of punch up close but with a bit of a head start they were pretty damn impressive, make no mistake.

So one day the Cowboys descended upon his ass and a foot race began thru the narrow alleys of Saigon until he hit a dead end. One thing good about being tall like most GIs is that you have longer legs than the average SE Asian dwarf and run faster. Whilst running he was loading his pen flare. At the dead end of the alley he turned and launched, the fastest dwarf being about 10' from him.

Big spew of gas and some sparks, the rocket hit the kid center of mass in the chest. Between the thrust and spin stability it sort of stuck there spinnin' like an angry hornet spewing smoke and fire while the little chitt began screaming and dancing. His compadres stopped to watch and contemplate. Then the flare popped. The dwarf had some small fires to put out and his buddies said "phouc dis" and hauled their buns the other way. Disloyal phoucs, hey?

Crazy phoucin' GIs....don't ever underestimate the depth of their depravity!

God, I'd love to sit around a fire with a few of you boys.
For days....

Likewise. Could we have nurses to assist with broken ribs and torn gut muscles?

BD,
IIRC, a couple years ago my youngest did a six month back-pack Cambodia, Laos, Thailand and Viet-Nam excursion. He got an eye infection and could not see when he was there in Nam. We got a call. Said get me out of here. I'm going blind and I'll be dead within two days if I can't see. Seems Nam was a little more than what he wanted to deal with. We got him a ticket and one of his buds got him on a plane.

Best

GWB

+1 but we should probably hurry, cause I would want the Poobah there.

Fella can catch a lot of chitt in that country. Lot of chitt can catch a fella as well. 'Tis a dangerous place, scenery notwithstanding.

Dat was mean....

Dat's just mean. But funny....

Must be an echo here...

I just love "veet-naam" stories. One of my old COs was an A-4 driver over there. He used to tell a story at the O'Club about the time they were vecored onto some Zips on a dirt road with bycicles loaded down with rice and ammo on the way south. Sure enough they rolled in with Snakes and when they swung around for a BDA pass and or re-attack, there was one gomer pedalling as fast as his little gomer legs allowed him down the road on an empty bike. Apparently he had cut off all the cargo. So the Skipper drops down to like down in the weeds so he could see this guy on his pipper and cuts loose with some 2.75s... As he pulls off target his wingman was laughing and yelling on the radio, "jaysus H kee-rist, arms and legs at one thousand feet!" Sure ashit, he scored a direct hit with one of those 2.75s. That's some good shooting right there..

Sorry, I didn't know you were around.

Heinemann's Hot Rod....lot of stories to be told by those boys.

Lest we forget, and Travis you can use my bedspread:

Jorge,
Re: The red-headed Rapunzel,

I haven't seen a gal with that much hair between her legs in a long time.

I'm lovin' it.



Travis

It is snowing again, WTF!