In July 1969 I had just graduated high school, was working swing shift industrial dishwasher at the airport, and was living in a rental house full of young guys who smoked pot.
July 20, man landed on the moon, but I still worked on a loading dock.
Sept 1969 I attended community college night school. My English teacher dressed like Castro and said he was a communist. He said, "You have never heard of women's liberation, but you are about to hear a great deal about it." He passed out commie news letters explaining feminism.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
In July 1969 I had just graduated high school, was working swing shift industrial dishwasher at the airport, and was living in a rental house full of young guys who smoked pot.
July 20, man landed on the moon, but I still worked on a loading dock.
Sept 1969 I attended community college night school. My English teacher dressed like Castro and said he was a communist. He said, "You have never heard of women's liberation, but you are about to hear a great deal about it." He passed out commie news letters explaining feminism.
Jell0 and Calledumb and some others would have sucked his cork.
Ecc 10:2 The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but that of a fool to the left.
A Nation which leaves God behind is soon left behind.
"The Lord never asked anyone to be a tax collector, lowyer, or Redskins fan".
Great Vid, Jag. Finding and extracting small teams while under fire was my daily job. The truly brave guys were the Vietnamese helo crews, though. I only had to fly around as an inviting target while they went down and picked the guys up.
4 July 1968 -- The Barrier, Korean DMZ The rules said to load M-14 magazines with a tracer every 5th round. Many (most) grunts separated the tracers and saved them for July 4th and New Years. Also hoarded signal and parachute flares for those nights. And it was opportune times to get rid of, by setting off, the Claymores from which we had robbed chunks of C-4 for heating C-rations.
The only time I saw more fireworks was when someone kicked over the diesel-fueled stove in the tent, which burned up entirely, along with everything in it, setting off all the flares and ammunition. The ROKs in the adjoining sector got really excited; it's a wonder they didn't shell us....
4 July 1969. I had a day off from bailing hay or walking beans. I was 15.
kwg
For liberals and anarchists, power and control is opium, selling envy is the fastest and easiest way to get it. TRR. American conservative. Never trust a white liberal. Malcom X Current NRA member.
I was living in a tent between the two runways at Chu Lai, SVN. It was about this time of night when I returned from the MAG 13 O’club, thoroughly drunk. It was very dark and quiet. We had been given orders not to discharge any of the pyrotechnics we had in hand.
I pondered that briefly and walked out to the flight line, and pulled a 37mm flare pistol out of my bird. It was a principal weapon of war at the moment as we could not get resupply of WP grenades or incendiary grenades to burn what needed burning in our area of operations. I loaded a red cluster flare round and thought, “What are they gonna do? Send me to Vietnam?” Pointed it skyward and pulled the trigger.
The shell went up a few hundred feet and went off. About 10 seconds later the entire west perimeter of the base unleashed a hail of flares and tracers that boggled my mind. It lasted about 10 minutes before settling down.
As I walked back to my tent one of our sergeants walked up and said, “Sir, I saw you shoot that flare.” I paused, and he continued, “I won’t tell anyone. “
We had a memorable 4th, and I thank the Jarheads for their support!
Thanks for the stories guys. I grew up hearing stories about Vietnam, Korea and World War II, but especially Vietnam as I had a lot of relatives, neighbors and co-workers over there. I’ve never grown tired of hearing them.
4 July 1969. I had a day off from bailing hay or walking beans. I was 15.
kwg
I was 20.
Is your hair colored yellow? If so, would you gimme three steps Mister?
Yes, it is yellow. Or, at least it used to be. I'm not sure you are worthy of 3. I have to think this over. I always assumed I would end up in Vietnam before it was all over and I was wrong. On July 4th 1974 I was 20 and patrolling Ft. Sam Houston in a 1970 Rambler Ambassador. IN April 1975 I was guarding nuclear tipped missiles in Alaksa when Vietnam fell. It was a sad day for many of us on active duty.
OK, OK !! You get 3 steps. Don't ask for 4 !
kwg
For liberals and anarchists, power and control is opium, selling envy is the fastest and easiest way to get it. TRR. American conservative. Never trust a white liberal. Malcom X Current NRA member.
For certain - many, many thanks to all of you who were over there dealing with danger and death in 1969. A few of my students never made it back home - I respect what you gave.
July 4th, 1971, Sitting on a hill at Cam Rahn Bay watching a fire fight below us with the red and green tracers flying back and forth. A sight I will never forget and will always be thankful I was not a part of.
Great Vid, Jag. Finding and extracting small teams while under fire was my daily job. The truly brave guys were the Vietnamese helo crews, though. I only had to fly around as an inviting target while they went down and picked the guys up.
God bless you and your guys, RR. Praise be to the Lord for bringing you back safe and sound to the USA.
Ecc 10:2 The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but that of a fool to the left.
A Nation which leaves God behind is soon left behind.
"The Lord never asked anyone to be a tax collector, lowyer, or Redskins fan".
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