Military Fun

[Dianne H]

Just to take the focus off trans issues.

I have noticed some here were in the military. Some were probably stationed near me or may have even been in the same unit at one time or another.

Personally, I did my time and got out. It was a love/hate thing as many experience.

I was just wondering if any others had ways to have fun while in hell?

I can start.

I once got a call to retrieve a vehicle out of the mud.

I'm thinking no big deal. We take off and I find it's a little arrogant butterball wanting to show his power. He's all professional and wants his Jeep removed which is sunk to the seats.

I inform sir butterball that he should get a wrecker as an 88 is for tanks and heavier equipment.

He gets all in my face and demands I winch out his jeep.

I put the 88 on the spade and have his Private attach a v-chain to the jeep and my winch cable to the v-chain.

After telling sir butterball to stay back in case the cable snaps I start winching in the jeep.

I guess I could have gone a little at a time and allowed the suction to break.

Since the butterball was pushing his authority I just reeled her in.

The rusted frame snapped and the back half came out. The front half and all their equipment sank in the mud.

The butterball got all angry and started calling my mama names and saying I was in trouble.

I reminded him that he was the one who ordered me to winch his jeep out of the mud.

Little feller didn't say a word all the way back.

Did anyone else do anything to break the monotony? If so, I'd like to read it.

[Deborah]

Hahahaha.  Back when I was a butterball I got my Jeep submerged in a stream that was swollen from rain.  It was usually only an inch or two deep and I greatly misjudged how much it had risen.  Sitting in the front seat the water was up to my chest and my map and other stuff were floating around.  This was up near the DMZ in Korea, north of the Imjin River, and needless to say, the radio wasn't working after being under water.

Fortunately a Korean farmer drove by after a while and using sign language we communicated our obvious problem.  Using a rope he pulled us back onto dry land but when we tried to start the Jeep all that happened was water spurted out of the tail pipe.

Rather than face the embarrassment of being towed back to the camp behind a farmer I got him to just give me a lift while the driver stayed with the Jeep.

I quickly found my motor sergeant and we returned to the Jeep in his 2 1/2 ton truck to tow it home. 

He soon had it running again after drying the distributed cap and replacing the coil.  Those old jeeps were tough.

Needless to say my efforts to keep this quiet quickly failed and the next month I received the monthly award for the officer with the most outrageous screw up.


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[Dianne H]

Deborah;
That's wild. I can almost visualize that from the jeep I ripped in half.
They were tough though.
We used to drag race them in the motor pool.
I got chewed out for doing some back yard hot rodding to the Captain's jeep. When his driver hit the gas and that thing took off, for some reason I was the first one he suspected of tampering with it.
Sometimes we would make adjustments to the engines on the 113's and see how many road wheels we could pull off the ground on take off.
But, you have fun where you can.
That was a great story. And, you can't keep much secret.
Good stuff.

[Briah]

I was just a tender first class on a SSBN.  I was a nav ET and as anybody on a submarine will tell you Nav ET's are bright and easily bored.  Now you take a bright bored sailor and put them with several other bright bored sailors and you have the makings of trouble.  We had a Chief who was trying to get his patrol mug completely coated on the inside.  Some wag decided to take a Qtip and some bleach and wrote f**K you on the inside.  It was greeted with dismay and a renewed attempt to make the mug homogenously coated on the inside. 

The next little stunt was to get out a 1/128 inch diamond drill and drill a hole in the bottom of the mug that you couldn't see but would gently leak to leave a ring when ever the mug was set down.

We also had a senior first class who was about 6'6" and weighed about 170# soaking wet who decided that he was getting fat.  He started dieting but never stepped on a scale.  He decided that the way to monitor his weight loss was the tightness of his belt.  Now all of you who have served are familiar with the web belt.  We would go to his bunk while he was sleeping and open the end of the web belt and shave a little off about three times a week.  He was practically starving himself and couldn't figure out why he was still gaining weight.  The corpsman finally put him on a scale and straitened him out.

[Deborah]

LOL.  That story about the mug reminded me of another one.  I was in a job once where our office was made up of all four services.  One of the people there was a Navy LtCdr who was working on coating the inside of his patrol mug.  One afternoon after he had left, the secretary, seeing how disgusting his mug was becoming, decided she would do a good deed and wash it for him.  She left it sparkling clean, as good as new and as white as bleached bones. 

The next morning when the LtCdr saw his mug he went ballistic and screamed so much that he left the secretary in tears.  We all had a pretty good laugh out of that and she got over her hurt feelings pretty quickly.


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[Bari Jo]

My dad told me a few times when he was in the navy (he switched to army after the Korean war), he had to give vaccinations.  People would be lining up waiting.  A few times he took a huge syringe, filled it with acetone, put the longest needle in it, and then lit it on fire.  Walking into the waiting room, squirtting the now flame thrower saying "who's next?"  more than once somebody fainted.

Bari Jo

[Jin]

Being totally immune to motion sickness on a Navy Destroyer provides many opportunities to tease the less well adapted.
One time we spent 4 days caught in a major typhoon. Out of 300 sailors, there were only a dozen or so of us functioning. Even the Old Man was tied into his rack. He told us we could do anything we wanted as long as we kept the ship floating.