TJHall1
Legendary
I feel like most of "you people" would agree on that. Maybe a take it or leave it thing.
And then we could make a tag for the vets who decided they didn't want the vet tag because they're humble.
Vets. Thank you.
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And then we could make a tag for the vets who decided they didn't want the vet tag because they're humble.
Sikness23245
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For the regular guys:I feel like most of "you people" would agree on that. Maybe a take it or leave it thing.
And then we could make a tag for the vets who decided they didn't want the vet tag because they're humble.
Vet
For the Jon Snow ("I dunt wunt it") vets:
TJHall1
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Nas
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There I was. . . (the way all stories should start.)
About 4 days into a 14 ish day mission and I hadnt shit because the MREs plugged me up good and propper. We were behind schedule so doing night route clearance to catch up. Marines were going to be following so we had to be on time, which was enough reason to look for IEDs at night. My platoon gets smoked 5 times in 200m. I'm the troop commander of my truck and my germaphobe LT is saying were 50% security while we wait for light to unfuck ourselves.
I'm on about my 85th piece of caffeine gum when I know I'm finna shit. I clime out on to the running board of my door and hang off with the bars on the side. Drop at minimum an 18 inch Lincoln log and a few 6 inchers that looked like nerf turbo footballs.
At day light we get dismounts out to manually sweep around the destroyed vehicles. Our bomb dog, Red, who sucked, is eating my shit. My LT goes to investigate and loses his shit on me. "Youre a fucking adult. Wtf dig a hole like everyone else. Disgusting. Fuck your face." Etc. I'm not digging a hole when we just ate shit 5 times.
On the way back to the COP I see all these vehicles swerving off the proofed road. These fucks are swerving the rest of my shit pile. LT reacts by breaking down the same Dad talk he already gave me over the main air.
It was great
About 4 days into a 14 ish day mission and I hadnt shit because the MREs plugged me up good and propper. We were behind schedule so doing night route clearance to catch up. Marines were going to be following so we had to be on time, which was enough reason to look for IEDs at night. My platoon gets smoked 5 times in 200m. I'm the troop commander of my truck and my germaphobe LT is saying were 50% security while we wait for light to unfuck ourselves.
I'm on about my 85th piece of caffeine gum when I know I'm finna shit. I clime out on to the running board of my door and hang off with the bars on the side. Drop at minimum an 18 inch Lincoln log and a few 6 inchers that looked like nerf turbo footballs.
At day light we get dismounts out to manually sweep around the destroyed vehicles. Our bomb dog, Red, who sucked, is eating my shit. My LT goes to investigate and loses his shit on me. "Youre a fucking adult. Wtf dig a hole like everyone else. Disgusting. Fuck your face." Etc. I'm not digging a hole when we just ate shit 5 times.
On the way back to the COP I see all these vehicles swerving off the proofed road. These fucks are swerving the rest of my shit pile. LT reacts by breaking down the same Dad talk he already gave me over the main air.
It was great
Nas
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Nothing more hilarious than when we got a porta shitter delivered. Some poor grunt in there with his flashlight, porn mag and dick skinner going to work. Everyone that passed could clearly see the silhouette of a man enjoying his first privacy in months. The cheering of the passing crowds couldnt even shake the nut he was gonna unleash
Nas
Poster
That's a negative for me
same here. It might not be worth it, but maybe a banner that only shows on holidays like Independence Day and Veterans Day.
again, i wouldn’t decline if you wanted to recognize all the vets out there, but i believe in the “quiet professional” mantra.
Was stationed with a girl nicknamed “the grey ghost.”
she was married to a guy who was a former Coastie and was now a CBP officer. We worked with him pretty often as Coasties ourselves. On duty nights, the grey ghost would visit certain rooms and suck the guy’s dick who got “lucky” enough to be chosen that day. This chick loved doing it. She was booted out once word got out, and over half the crew got busted down a rank or two. But, the legend of the “grey ghost” lives on.
The best day of my career was reuniting a family that had been separated after Katrina hit NOLA. Those folks had been through hell and lost their brother after he jumped down to try to rescue their dog.
After 2 days of being stuck in their attic, and watching their brothers body float around in their living room, the Dad decided to try to walk/wade through the floodwaters. He never came back.
my crew and i picked them up the following day and got them to safety. As it turns out, the dad did get help and actually told some folks at the command center where his family was still holed up. The command center folks are the ones who dispatched us, and they arranged to have him there when we arrived. It was pretty great to see the reaction of a family reunited during such a tough time.
the most fun i ever had was chasing drug and migrant smugglers through the Florida keys though....nothing like turning 35 knots in the pitch black and coordinating with helos launched from Miami. Good times.
she was married to a guy who was a former Coastie and was now a CBP officer. We worked with him pretty often as Coasties ourselves. On duty nights, the grey ghost would visit certain rooms and suck the guy’s dick who got “lucky” enough to be chosen that day. This chick loved doing it. She was booted out once word got out, and over half the crew got busted down a rank or two. But, the legend of the “grey ghost” lives on.
The best day of my career was reuniting a family that had been separated after Katrina hit NOLA. Those folks had been through hell and lost their brother after he jumped down to try to rescue their dog.
After 2 days of being stuck in their attic, and watching their brothers body float around in their living room, the Dad decided to try to walk/wade through the floodwaters. He never came back.
my crew and i picked them up the following day and got them to safety. As it turns out, the dad did get help and actually told some folks at the command center where his family was still holed up. The command center folks are the ones who dispatched us, and they arranged to have him there when we arrived. It was pretty great to see the reaction of a family reunited during such a tough time.
the most fun i ever had was chasing drug and migrant smugglers through the Florida keys though....nothing like turning 35 knots in the pitch black and coordinating with helos launched from Miami. Good times.
Sounds good, we won’t do that. Seriously proud to have you guys on here though. You guys all have that unique perspective that couldn’t be found anywhere else and all seem to have an excellent sense of humor. @Eazyhawk our meme master is a retired Devil Dog
TJHall1
Legendary
USAF 1993 - 2017
Deployed to Colombia with the Army’s 7 SFG...took our Kawasaki Mule on a perimeter run around the Colombian base one night...just 4 of us and two cases of beer. We ended up stopping in front of a Colombian Army barracks...ran in a dumped a couple of their bunks while they were sleeping...we almost got shot, but we offered up beers and a few packs of Marlboros and all was forgiven. Good times were had.
Deployed to Colombia with the Army’s 7 SFG...took our Kawasaki Mule on a perimeter run around the Colombian base one night...just 4 of us and two cases of beer. We ended up stopping in front of a Colombian Army barracks...ran in a dumped a couple of their bunks while they were sleeping...we almost got shot, but we offered up beers and a few packs of Marlboros and all was forgiven. Good times were had.
When it happened we sat in silence. When we went outdoors we couldn't stop laughing.
TJHall1
Legendary
Hahahaha that is great. Awesome.
Juro
Elite
February, 2011 - Thailand. My unit from Alaska get the chance to partake in the Cobra Gold training operation. We arrive a little early before the opening ceremony to get used to the climate (Alaska to Thailand in February is not smart). Opening ceremony comes and it's huge between us and the Thai airborne unit. Mainly it was a unit demonstration, but afterwards, we get released to go into town and have a 'few drinks.'
So being nearly 10 days sober at that Thai base, we hit up town. Everyone started slowly, but that didn't last long. Two hours before curfew, we hit up the local brothel and pretty much everyone gets laid by the local talent (except some of the married guys). On the way back, we realized we forgot someone, so one person stayed on the truck and went to go back to get him. The other including myself showed up to a shit show.
Apparently the battalion commander never released us and our release was pre-mature, so since he was unhappy, shit rolled down hill for us. Soldiers were drunk, some were sober, but our First Sergeant was definitely sober. And he wanted to sober everyone up. He formed us up in a formation that consisted of everyone in civilian clothes, Army PTs, or our standard Army uniforms. His order then came out, 'everyone who drank tonight, get two warm bottles of water time now.' We rushed and grabbed two bottles. Go the order and we pounded those bottles. At that time, the one who was left behind and his Forest snuck into formation without being noticed.
First Sergeant wanted more, so he started the orders for a company run at 11:30 PM at night. As we turned, one person in my platoon said, 'This is legendary.' My good friend replied with, 'no; this is biblical.' As soon as that was stated, we started in a doubletime run. We ran around that base, coughing and puking. Sergeants were out there leading formation with cadences they couldn't remember since they were so drunk. Finally, First Sergeant said screw this and let platoon sergeants deal with their guys.
As we broke into our platoon formations, random Thai soldiers looked from their barracks wondering 'wtf.' Our platoon sergeant looked right at us disgusted and started to separate those who got drunk from those who were sober. At that point, he was deciding who was going to jump that next day and earn their Thailand Airborne Wings. He came to me and was going to say I was a no jump, but my squad leader stuck up for me. I got the clear and I was jumping in 8 hours.
As we were dismissed, we hauled ass back to our sleeping area as our First Sergeant looked over the balcony. He knew what we had done was normal, but when shit rolls down hill, he had no choice. He did what he had to do and we got to know better after that.
So being nearly 10 days sober at that Thai base, we hit up town. Everyone started slowly, but that didn't last long. Two hours before curfew, we hit up the local brothel and pretty much everyone gets laid by the local talent (except some of the married guys). On the way back, we realized we forgot someone, so one person stayed on the truck and went to go back to get him. The other including myself showed up to a shit show.
Apparently the battalion commander never released us and our release was pre-mature, so since he was unhappy, shit rolled down hill for us. Soldiers were drunk, some were sober, but our First Sergeant was definitely sober. And he wanted to sober everyone up. He formed us up in a formation that consisted of everyone in civilian clothes, Army PTs, or our standard Army uniforms. His order then came out, 'everyone who drank tonight, get two warm bottles of water time now.' We rushed and grabbed two bottles. Go the order and we pounded those bottles. At that time, the one who was left behind and his Forest snuck into formation without being noticed.
First Sergeant wanted more, so he started the orders for a company run at 11:30 PM at night. As we turned, one person in my platoon said, 'This is legendary.' My good friend replied with, 'no; this is biblical.' As soon as that was stated, we started in a doubletime run. We ran around that base, coughing and puking. Sergeants were out there leading formation with cadences they couldn't remember since they were so drunk. Finally, First Sergeant said screw this and let platoon sergeants deal with their guys.
As we broke into our platoon formations, random Thai soldiers looked from their barracks wondering 'wtf.' Our platoon sergeant looked right at us disgusted and started to separate those who got drunk from those who were sober. At that point, he was deciding who was going to jump that next day and earn their Thailand Airborne Wings. He came to me and was going to say I was a no jump, but my squad leader stuck up for me. I got the clear and I was jumping in 8 hours.
As we were dismissed, we hauled ass back to our sleeping area as our First Sergeant looked over the balcony. He knew what we had done was normal, but when shit rolls down hill, he had no choice. He did what he had to do and we got to know better after that.
Juro
Elite
I'm on a fence. I like to enjoy sharing stories and dropping info pieces with some references to my time in, but I also don't want to be labeled as a veteran with a tag.
To me, it's like wearing combat boots and a Military Vet hat everywhere you go around town. It's showing off for someone that many volunteered for.
Babyshoe
Poster
USAF- TSGT (E-6)Got this thought from the American made thread. Was wondering if all the vets on the board would want to identify in this thread to be thanked for your service. Maybe you could share funny stories from your time in the forces, or any stories you're comfortable sharing for that matter. Once again, thank you all for all you've given.
1998-2012
AgEngDawg
Legendary
Don't they frown on liaisons on ships?
In my family, we've had between 30-35 men and women serve in the military beginning in WW1. That's through all wars and skirmishes. Many were in combat positions and some weren't. Several were pilots of bombers during WWII---one shot down twice during his 35 missions, a recon pilot in Korea, and ground pounders---one a POW from the Battle of the Bulge. Two cousins a generation below me served in Iraq. My uncle, the AF recon pilot, unfortunately died serving our country in a plane crash off Florida shortly after returning from Korea on Memorial Day 1953.
Of all who served, only one received the Purple Heart and that was in Korea. Remarkable. I have a photo of a Chinese bullet removed from him 50 years after being shot.
Of all who served, only one received the Purple Heart and that was in Korea. Remarkable. I have a photo of a Chinese bullet removed from him 50 years after being shot.
Nuke
Poster
Still in, this is closing in on 25 years, its been fun, lots of stories, lots of friends across all services, both active and reserves! I have done many Coba Colds and Exercises in the PI, logged much sea time with the 31 worst on many a ship. At least 13 years in the Pacific, tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, with time on both coasts. Helicopter pilot and staff dude. I appreciate the recogntion, but unwarranted, i have enjoyed every minute, well almost every minute, i loved what i did and the people who keep the skeletons locked away. As i near retirement and look for a real job i reluctantly cant share stories at this time. But find me having a beer with my brother, @RaleighTiger and I wont let a good lie get in the way of the truth!
Thanks to all my brothers in arms, it was always for each other and not the job!
Thanks to all my brothers in arms, it was always for each other and not the job!
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ATTN: Red Pilled Vets,
now that you are awake, what do you think about your service? It’s a hard pill to swallow for me. I think I still have pride for what I did, bc my mindset was right and I thought I was doing what was right, however now, I have sort of a disdain toward the military, knowing they are becoming more and more “woke” (not awake) daily. My time in Iraq and Afghanistan were all for naught...phony fucking wars. I realize that now. I think the only thing I fought for was the boys to my left and right. That’s really all you care about when you’re under fire, is doing it for the man next to you. It’s not politics, it’s not the overall “mission”, it’s your buddies.
Anywho, I am awake now and while a small part of me is like “WTF bruh, how could you have done the things you did?” The other larger part of me says “first and foremost, I have the training now to help defend and raise my family how we want to raise them.” And secondly, it wasn’t about the politics of Iraq and Afghanistan. At the time, it was simply vengeance that ran through my brain and BLOOD! I’ve even got that tattooed on my chest. “Vengeance”. Unfortunately, it was all a lie. So I have to cope with the fact that I was just a pawn. And now?? Well, now I am just thankful I am awake, and am gonna do my damnednest to 1) be a good person 2) raise my children to be good people and 3) for right now until I recognize the next opportunity, to red pill as many as I can!
now that you are awake, what do you think about your service? It’s a hard pill to swallow for me. I think I still have pride for what I did, bc my mindset was right and I thought I was doing what was right, however now, I have sort of a disdain toward the military, knowing they are becoming more and more “woke” (not awake) daily. My time in Iraq and Afghanistan were all for naught...phony fucking wars. I realize that now. I think the only thing I fought for was the boys to my left and right. That’s really all you care about when you’re under fire, is doing it for the man next to you. It’s not politics, it’s not the overall “mission”, it’s your buddies.
Anywho, I am awake now and while a small part of me is like “WTF bruh, how could you have done the things you did?” The other larger part of me says “first and foremost, I have the training now to help defend and raise my family how we want to raise them.” And secondly, it wasn’t about the politics of Iraq and Afghanistan. At the time, it was simply vengeance that ran through my brain and BLOOD! I’ve even got that tattooed on my chest. “Vengeance”. Unfortunately, it was all a lie. So I have to cope with the fact that I was just a pawn. And now?? Well, now I am just thankful I am awake, and am gonna do my damnednest to 1) be a good person 2) raise my children to be good people and 3) for right now until I recognize the next opportunity, to red pill as many as I can!
Jtrain80
Legendary
Regardless of our political leanings, everyone knows we have to have a trained, standing Army & Navy at all times.
It would mess w my head also, especially the losses and injuries to our boys. Sad what is going on right now.
US Navy 1975-1979
Stationed on the USS Vreeland FF1068
FTG3
Traversed the Suez and Panama canals, crossed the equator twice and was initiated into Davy Jones Realm as a Shellback. Stood shore patrol with the French Foreign Legion in Djibouti, Africa. If you think you know crazy people you ain't seen nothing like them.
Did tours of Middle East, South America while also spending 2 months in Gitmo. Stationed in Mayport Florida. Best 4 years of my life .
Stationed on the USS Vreeland FF1068
FTG3
Traversed the Suez and Panama canals, crossed the equator twice and was initiated into Davy Jones Realm as a Shellback. Stood shore patrol with the French Foreign Legion in Djibouti, Africa. If you think you know crazy people you ain't seen nothing like them.
Did tours of Middle East, South America while also spending 2 months in Gitmo. Stationed in Mayport Florida. Best 4 years of my life .
There's a lot to unpack here and you can bet your sweet ass that every combat vet out there has thought long and hard about this.
Ultimately you are right, it doesn't take long to realize that the people you meet along the way become more important than anything else. With that said I had to largely different experiences between Afghanistan and Iraq. I was in the Uruzgan Province of Afghanistan. Probably one of the most remote areas of the country. In addition to snatching souls, we did do a tremendous amount of humanitarian stuff while we were there. Tons of medical missions from village to village providing as much care as we could for the sick. I can't remember the exact number, but we dug a shit ton wells for clean water. Provided an enormous security presence for their first democratic election since like the 70's. Had a few instances where I saw grown men walking or driving with a little boy (6 years old or less) wearing make up. Via the terp, I explained to them that if I ever catch them doing anything to that little boy I would show them what their insides look like before they die. Built a few schools. So for this deployment, I do feel like we at least made a scratch of a difference. For the entirety of this deployment, we lost one Marine (RIP Cpl Ron "Big Poppa P" Payne). One is too many, but given our mission that was pretty incredible. A lot of props go to Lt Col Asad Kahn for that. The frustration for me on this one is that all of that progress we made...all for not. Why? Because our politicians (and thus their constituents) don't have the stomach to let go of the leash and finish the job or do what it takes to win. In my mind, if you're aren't willing to cut the chain, we shouldn't be there.
Iraq was a totally different story. Was in the Al Anbar Province (Hit, Iraq mostly) and it was just a cat and mouse political shit show. Hated every fucking second of it. We weren't there to make a difference. We were there to essentially act as human bait to draw insurgents out into the open. Lost a lot of Marines on that deployment. Fuck every bit of it.
I guess the way that I reconcile it is that I signed up for a job knowing what was involved and I did what I was paid to do. I'll never forget the guys I served with and am still in close contact with several of them to this day. I did a lot self questioning about my time in the service and the things we had done and the "why's", and it damn near killed me. I just don't think like anymore. I just have accepted that I did my job and there's no other reason to question it.
