On 26 Jan 2004 15:45:04 GMT, (BllFs6) wrote:

instructors sounded absolutely hysterical at times as he vainly
attempted to control the airplanes around him.

This probably occured after WWII, perhaps some time in the 50's.

It would be neat to hear that tape again.

Corky Scott



Ahhhh nothing sooths my heart as much as seeing a royal a***hole get what he
deserves

take care

Blll

Yep. Many rotten assholes came home from Viet Nam in boxes, fragged
by their own men for being jerks.

I went to school with a kid who was nuts. This kid would mouth off to
the biggest guy on the playground and get his butt kicked. The kid
enjoyed it for some sick reason. One day while we were in the 4th
grade, this big kid beat him up so bad, his ears were bleeding from
their ear-canals. He mouthed off to the big kid again the next day
and the sequence went on. This guy killed cats and baby dogs. He was
just sick. One time at a halloween party we were dunking for apples.
After he finished, he snagged in the tub of floating apples so
everyone else had to dunk in his spit.

Later in life he finished college and went into the Army as a second
louie (1971). They shipped his ass off to Viet Nam in a month. One
month later he came home dead and he hadn't even been in a combat
zone. Somehow he fell out of a Huey on recon. Interesting eh?

This was the type of guy who'd love to be a cop so he could abuse
people. He was someone who you would never want to give a badge. I
suspect he had men under him at the time who hated him. If they
hadn't unhooked his umbilical cord (tether), they'd have fragged him
in his hooch one night while in-country. A lot more of that went on
than people might think. The assholes were taken out of the gene pool
real quick in-country.

Whomever pushed him did the world and his family a favor. He'd been
nothing but a problem for them his entire life. At 21 years old he
was history. Hell, they gave the family some metals, buried him under
an American flag that they folded up and gave to his mom. What more
could anyone want?

People (soldiers) were ****ed off over there because they didn't like
being there in a war against a people they didn't really hate. It
wasn't like Iraq where there was a clear mission to rid the world of a
tyrant who tortured people to death and killed his own people in mass.
The mission in Viet Nam wasn't clear to the average foot soldier (or
officer for that matter). So they were walking around sort of ****ed
off all the time because they were watching people get killed and they
were in danger themselves. This level of anxiety made for a situation
where people really didn't take much **** from anyone, officers or
other enlisted. If you got a new second louie with an attitude, he
either changed real quick or was removed from the gene pool, fragged
in some "event."

"Oh yes captain, we were all just sitting here in the jungle having a
smoke when an mortar came in from the gooks up on that ridge. Poor
old Jimmy here was at ground zero. What a shame!"

"Son, you are missing one of your grenades."

"Oh yes Sir, I lobbed it up at the gooks, but they got away. Damn,
Jimmy didn't have real good luck did he Sir?"

or, in this kid's case, maybe it went like this:

Warrant Officer-1 says to Captain:

"Yes Sir, we were on recon and going into this LZ for fuel. It wasn't
expected to be hot but it was. I dusted off. I cranked the Huey 90
degrees right to avoid fire while the grunts at the LZ took care of
Charlie. Jimmy must have been on the skid and not tied down. He
liked to ride like that Sir, out on the skid and not hooked in. He'd
take that M-60 out there with him sometimes and just shoot up the
natives. He said it made him feel like God Sir. I ordered him to hook
in when I caught him a few times but I see he didn't this time. We
did recover the M-60 when we nabbed him Sir, it wasn't a total loss.
And the gooks? Well, they just disappeared as fast as they were
there. Don't know where they came from Sir. The LZ has never been
hot like that before."

Captain: "Damn. Now I gotta write his parents a letter and I hate to
write. I'd rather be selling these rations to the villagers this
afternoon to strengthen up our booze fund. You remember we got a
party this weekend don't you? Will you guys be more careful from now
on? Ought to make you write the letter, Mr. WO-1. Now get out a here
before I article-15 your sorry ass."

WO-1, "Yeeaasssir! Will-do."



BWB