The M-60 Main Battle Tank is 11 feet, 11 inches wide. I didn't know that when I first met one. I was a young Private with no real Army experience when I arrived in Bad Kissingen, Germany in December of 1964. I had never been near a tank before; ha
You don't want to Know??? They should be careful what they say to former military personnel who have been trained to handle weapons and have nothing left to loose. We will be rooting and praying and burning incense and sacrificing chickens and...well...you get the picture.
Little sister, you continue to amaze. I, because of my former status, get a little more attention from the docs when I complain, but I think that secretly they keep score and I have to pay in the end for any small victory I can attain. So what is the deal now, heart is too weak to poison you anymore so the heart gets a rest...but what about the cancer? Please tell me that you are clean...at least for now. You remain in our thoughts
For those who know her and may care, Sabrina (Little Whip) is in very poor health and may well be nearing her end. If you would like contact information PM me and I will forward.
Two snowstorms in a week, each worth about six inches; lots of shoveling, scraping icy windshields, slipping around on snow-packed roads, and putting a couple hundred miles of wear on my tires trying to get up my driveway. Battery chargers and jumper cables, snow-frosted dogs, and many pairs of wet socks. And a windchill that would freeze the balls off of a brass bedstead. The sun peeks out and the snow melts, even though th
Jill: On Blogster I got a couple of responses on this story who had the same situation...French ancestors married to "Sally" or something like it. A lot of the nations are getting into Casino and tourist dollars and it has improved the lives of some of the tribes, but I know what you mean, some really austere conditions exist on the res. Doc: Try Newfamilysearch.org, it is an easy site to use (I can do it!) and they have links to a lot of other sites. It i
I never watched enough Frazier to be tuned into that...But the Peak started doing it in 1957 so I think they just might be the original...:)
Good to see a familiar name pop up. Seems like it is mostly techie and gamer traffic nowdays. Congrats on the new house and Merry Christmas to you as well.
We were involved in a huge military exercise covering most of Southern California. My unit, the 301st Trans out of Fort Ord California, was in direct support of the 7th Infantry Division and was set up in a tent city on the end of the runway at March AFB in Riverside. Every fifteen minutes or so a huge flying gas station would take off right over our heads. The newer ones based on the DC-10 were noisy but tolerable compared to the older KC-135 which was based
Way back in the early days of "new world exploration", there were a lot of Frenchmen who came to this hemisphere to work the forests. These French lumberjacks brought their axes, their saws, their big woods boots and probably checkered flannel shirts. What they failed to bring were girls. That lack began to manifest itself after a bit and the obvious solution was the Stephen Stills solution: "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you
I have heard that one of the strongest memory stimulators is your sense of smell. A fresh-out-of-the-oven apple pie will bring you back to the days when grandma was baking them and you were a little kid. A certain perfume will arouse the memory of a long-ago love. A smell can take you back to a familiar place, too. I was the son of a sailorman; I grew up next to an ocean, a few different ones, in fact. The smell of salt spray
Boobz: Black Ops are named that for a reason. It is like sausage, we enjoy the final product but shouldn't watch how it is made.
It was a late spring, early summer Saturday. We got up and did some chores and then loaded the boys into the car and headed out for an adventure. We didn't have a destination in mind, just out to have some fun. First stop was at KFC for a bucket of chicken and then the Circle K for sodas and snacks. We started off going Northwest on Grand Avenue. We stopped in Wickenberg for a little bit and just looked around. Ther
El Cajon, California is my home town; well, as much any place can be a home town to a Navy brat. I spent most of my high school years there. Went to several grade schools there. I have memories of walking to the El Cajon theater with a quarter and that would get me into the Saturday Matinee with enough left over for popcorn and a coke. When I was six or seven I would walk from my Aunt Essie's house to the Donut Center on El Cajon Boulevard and
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Five months? Guess it's just us and we seem to almost in agreement...gonna get a fight goin' we need a different subject, I guess. Hope you had a good Turkey Day.
Yep, we saw random checkpoints set up in several places in CA. They some serious looking boys out there.
I have been tootling around the Southwest Desert area for a lot of my life and other than an occasional checkpoint along I-5 in California, I don't recall much Border Patrol activity. But this last trip we made we saw a lot of checkpoints, observation points, and patrols. On I-8 between El Centro and Yuma there was a checkpoint that had several patrol cars, a mobile guard shack, and concrete barriers. A couple of the Patrol SUVs were marked as K-9 un
Willi was the barber for the command group at HQ USEUCOM (Headquarters, United States European Command) near Stuttgart, Germany. The shop in the basement of the J-2 building was his normal place of business but when summoned by the boss, Willi would make a housecall to the little barbershop in the basement of the command building. I can't count the number of haircuts I received from Willi, nor can I recall all the conversations that we had.&nbs
The great Southwest is a beautiful place. This month we traveled from Colorado Springs to Phoenix to San Diego to Fort Huachuca to Phoenix and back home. At each location there was personal history and family. It was fun to explore some of the history and always a good time to be with family. The difficult part is the space between destinations...the long empty space. All along the way we made a few notes and observations and thought it would be fu
Good insight, Doc. You are probably right, and I am overly "stuck in the past". But it is interesting how things have changed. In support of your comment, I was in a unit that only existed for a couple of years at Fort Huachuca. The Combat Service Support schools at Huachuca were established in demand for more training space because of Vietnam and it was closed up sometime before 1970.
I think it was Thomas Wolfe who said that you can't go home again. I think the sentiment he was expressing was that you grow up and change and so does everything at home. So when you revisit your past, it isn't there anymore. At least that's how
Bunch of mindless wannabes who are looking for a cause...any cause...supported by anyone who hates what this country is about...don't be discouraged, Doc, they are not 99% of anything...they are a hundred percent insignificant.
Yeah, everything was cheap in them days.
The Army's policy for soldiers returning from Vietnam was that if you had six months or more left on your enlistment, you would be assigned somewhere in the States. If you had less than six months left you would be discharged early and sent home. Even shaving off the short-timers like that, Stateside posts soon became seriously over-populated. My brother was sent to Fort Ord in September of 1966 and was assigned to a signal unit that had so many soldiers i
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