kBob
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Come on I tease about service stuff. Of my three best friends in High school on just retired from the Corps a couple of months before 9/11. One just retired from the office of the cheif of staff of the USAF. One got to West Point and got booted in the class of 77 Electrical ENgineering scandel and "Ich" went US Army Regular Enlisted Infantryman (in Germany and my maps of Hoenfels and such are in storage), got out and used yea olde GI bill to become an officer.....and the job placement tests I took between all insisted I was best suited to be a Navy Officer ( and may have been right)
As an Enlisted puke I worked security for the locked and loaded Pershing 1A system in the mid 1970's, mostly at Combat Alert Sites and the occassional Feild Alert (deployment) Sites. I was on duty at a CAS when we went to war status, awaiting weapons release in 1973. Big question was how far one could run in eight minutes....................
At least the hawk did not kick as bad down on the plains as it kicked you up on the mountain.
Commisioning for me equaled private office, seperate cubby office over in the motor pool, off post quarters, hot meals, a car, and a shiny butt on my BDUs and more wear and tear on my Greens. Yet some how I missed the Infantry life of only 28 days in garrison a year, missing meals for days on occasion and sleeping curled up with just the clothes on my back and my poncho on the side of a stony hill in subfreezing weather after having left the tanker roll with shelter half and sleeping bag etc miles back where I was told to stack it with everyone else's.
Ah, youth.......and topic drift.
-Bob Hollingsworth
Come on I tease about service stuff. Of my three best friends in High school on just retired from the Corps a couple of months before 9/11. One just retired from the office of the cheif of staff of the USAF. One got to West Point and got booted in the class of 77 Electrical ENgineering scandel and "Ich" went US Army Regular Enlisted Infantryman (in Germany and my maps of Hoenfels and such are in storage), got out and used yea olde GI bill to become an officer.....and the job placement tests I took between all insisted I was best suited to be a Navy Officer ( and may have been right)
As an Enlisted puke I worked security for the locked and loaded Pershing 1A system in the mid 1970's, mostly at Combat Alert Sites and the occassional Feild Alert (deployment) Sites. I was on duty at a CAS when we went to war status, awaiting weapons release in 1973. Big question was how far one could run in eight minutes....................
At least the hawk did not kick as bad down on the plains as it kicked you up on the mountain.
Commisioning for me equaled private office, seperate cubby office over in the motor pool, off post quarters, hot meals, a car, and a shiny butt on my BDUs and more wear and tear on my Greens. Yet some how I missed the Infantry life of only 28 days in garrison a year, missing meals for days on occasion and sleeping curled up with just the clothes on my back and my poncho on the side of a stony hill in subfreezing weather after having left the tanker roll with shelter half and sleeping bag etc miles back where I was told to stack it with everyone else's.
Ah, youth.......and topic drift.
-Bob Hollingsworth