Well I never would...

But customs doesn't look under the floor panels of C-130s. And while sure the hundred or so screws per panel take a little while to remove, there is a lot of space in there.

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Originally posted by K0ZZZ:
Well I never would...

But customs doesn't look under the floor panels of C-130s. And while sure the hundred or so screws per panel take a little while to remove, there is a lot of space in there.

They also don’t look behind the false bulkheads or in ammo tanks on military vessels......BTW a five inch ammo tank will hold five bottles of booze

One morning i woke up in a grass hut somewhere outside of Subic City to the sound of monkeys screaming......

Or the time I came back on board the ship after partying all night in olongapo and was given the keys to the duty van so I could pick up a LT at the BOQ in Cubi...
By the time I got back the van was covered in mud, missing a mirrow and had a 3 foot hole in its side. The only thing that saved me was the ship had received emergency sortie orders while I was gone and we just barely made it back before they pulled out.....

Other than that i was a squared away sailor

one of our loh's got shot down in rvn, i was flying the lead slick, in a flight of 3 with rifle platoon onboard to secure the scene, rescue/medevac any survivors.

3 loh/cobra fire-teams were race-tracking our lz, lighting up both sides of tree line with mini-gun/rockets + our own '60's shooting into the treeline.

somebody was overhead, either flying c&c or just wanted to be on site, asked for a sitrep.

i told whomever to stay the fuck off the radio, we were trying to save some americans.

i never heard, nor was ever called into the troop commanders office about the incident.

There are numerous instances to mention. Most involved alcohol. That is all I am at liberty to say. Oh the memories that have come back to me.

There were a couple of fuckups I hated but easily got rid of. When they went to sleep, I would either take the BCG out of their rifles and toss it or take the Model 15 out of their holster and hide it.
Instant removal from duty and the squadron!
I was once temporarily assigned as Barracks CQ NCO and was not able to get anything through requisition to support the operation. Nothing. No paint or cleaning supplies at all. I happened to run across a dude I went to school with who was in the Civil Engineers. He had a brand new lawn mower in back of his truck. I asked how he got it. He told me that the Civil Engineers had an open requisition with Base Supply. Eureka! I asked him to sell me a shirt with Civil Engineer patches and a matching hat.
I then made weekly trips to Supply and restocked all the Barracks. Inspection time rolls around. My Squadron Commander, a been there, done that kind of officer took one look at three brand new lawnmowers lined up neatly for inspection and asked me "Do I want to know how you obtained this equipment"? I responded " no sir, you do not"! He never said another word but shook hands with me and gave me a great review on my APR.

Korea 1969 our unit/ section was picked to stand a IG (Inspector General) inspection in dress green uniform to be held indoor in a gymnaisum. Myself (PFC E-3) and 4 others had $20.00 each in the kitty to see who could drop our M-14"s on the inspecting officer during weapons inspection. For whatever reason when it was my turn I countered the officers move which he missed and dropped the weapon and upon hitting the gym floor the bolt slammed foward. The officer picked up the weapon which I refused ( 3 times) to accept because it was not in the same condition as when I released it. Had not recognized the rank of the inspecting officer (Major general -2 stars) S.H. Mathension (Commanding General 2nd Infantry Division ).. Was ordered to report to his office 9am the following morning. When reporting to the generals office the general did Inspection Arms and I accepted the weapon. Also walked out with a letter of commendation for my actions which did not sit well with my Captain as well as my 1st Sgt. but the
$100.00 filled up my wallet. ................................................................................... Halloween 1969 Munsan -_ri, Korea i was wrapped head to toe in white bandages to resemble a "Mummy" while walking thru the village and terrorizing the local civilians. Later the next day found out that the local National Police had been given orders to :shoot on sight:. Did have photos for proof but they were lost in 2016 due to a flood event. ............. Other than these two events basically kept my head down and behaved myself during 9 1/2 years active duty. Thats my story and sticking to it. ................... drill sgt.

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I actually got my Army section SFC (E-7) detained by the German Polizei for a few hours. It was 1994 or 1995, I worked in a US Army mess hall AKA dining facility as a military cook and we were always playing pranks on each other. Without thinking much about it I took an empty soda syrup canister and printed out this sinister looking label with skull and crossbones on it and taped it to the canister then hid it in my Sergeants car under a blanket.

Well it turns out he is Jewish and went to his Synagogue that night, and the German Polizei who were providing security there found it and thought he was going to blow up the place or something.

He was a little annoyed at me, but I don’t recall getting in trouble or anything, WHEW!

It was something like this:



Can you see how the Polizei might be a little interested in that?

I was never in the military but I did get to fly one of their aircraft briefly. It was a pretty cool experience.

Frankly, I cannot remember anything to report. I was a junior officer my first 15 years and a junior NCO the last 5. I was not given to doing weird stuff or anything illicit.

Fredward, I would have enjoyed your exercise to have officers saluting so much. I enjoyed saluting the troops. I think every junior officer should spend a couple of days on Fort Bragg. Having hundreds of young soldiers salute and yell "All the way, Sir!" is great for morale. Returning those salutes is a joy, not simply a requirement. It is the way officers and enlisted demonstrate their mutual trust and respect.

flashguy

Camp Lejeune N.C in the early 80's. While SOG (Sergeant Of The Guard) I would check the posts at night. In addition to the M1911A1 tucked into a Black Leather holster attached to my cartridge belt I had something else.

From my son's toybox I acquired a battery powered laser gun. It made a number of usual sounds from a Sci-Fi perspective.

I would approach the post stealthily and if the sentry was goofing off I would "Laser them". I only used it a few times as my Marines were quite sharp.

3.5 years Reserves
1.3 Years IRR
28 Years 9 Mos Active Duty

That's all I have.

Lock N Load

Michael
USMC Ret

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Originally posted by V-Tail:
Back (way back) when I was a yoof in the Navy, I was injured in an accident, during the recovery I was not able to do my normal stuff in the missile maintenance department, so I was assigned temporary duty as the Leading Chief's yeoman (sort of a secretary / admin type job if you don't speak Navy).

One of my duties was to type the stencil for the mimeograph machine (yes, I really am that old) for the Plan Of The Day, which was read to the troops at morning muster.

Our squadron's Plan Of The Day always had a safety note at the bottom of the page. One day I was feeling particularly creative, so the safety note was, "Don't drink while parking. Accidents cause people."

Long enough ago that I can't remember who read the Plan Of The Day through the PA system, probably either the Exec, or the Leading Chief, but whoever it was just plowed ahead and read what was written there without thinking, much to the amusement of the squadron.

In 1993, after basic, I got stuck in the admin office of the MP training company. One day the sergeant in charge of same had a humorous exchange with the company sergeant in which he made some self-deprecating remarks, including the traditional "don't know anything, can't do anything, I'm wearing a uniform". Company sergeant jokingly told me to type that down and post it. I dutifully did, with the requisite two file copies, and hung it on the message board next to the weekly duty roster. Two other NCOs spotted it and brought it into the office to inquire. I think everybody was actually mad at me for about five minutes.

A guy in our barracks who was a teacher at the Signal School at Ft.Gordon was being REFRAD in about 3 months and needed at least 5 days to apply for a Principle job at a school over 150 miles away. Our company had passes you could use any time but were only good for 3 days and 150 distance. He asked me if I would hold his pass and turn it in at the Orderly Room on time.well,actually nothing went wrong and it went ok. He also got the jab.

Sheesh. I slept on the floor under my bunk for a while in basic so it was always inspection ready. That is all. Except for that 3 day pass in Saigon....

Just thought of another.

Got involved in a poker game with a lifer sargent who had just re-upped. Won a bunch of money and since I was in a holding company in Arizona and they wouldn't miss me, I decided to go spend a weekend in San Francisco.

Got a pass and went, got carried away and stayed around 4 days, then decided to go back. The MPs on the front gate told me to report to the CO at 7AM for disciplinary action for AWOL.

At 4 AM, got awakened, be outside the barracks, bags and baggage in half an hour. A group of 10 was out there and since I was ranking man, I was the group leader and carried everyone's records (all done by hand in those days).

While on the plane from Phoenix to Los Angeles, I went through my packet and removed a letter advising my next CO that I'd been AWOL and needed to be disciplined for it. Also altered my leave records to give myself another week on the books.

Never got caught.

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Originally posted by Bob at the Beach:
Years ago Jeep’s didn’t have steering locks. They had ignition switches no keys. A couple times folks would borrow one at the PX parking lock and drive back to or area after shopping. One time a Jeep ended up for an extended period at some tank trails at Ft Hood. Four wheelin fun.
Later Jeep’s had a place welded in the floor board to chain lock the steering wheels.
At least that what I heard.

We had to weld chains to the floor of our jeeps in Germany due to the number of them that were stolen and left parked someplace. A number of troops received article 15s for not securing their jeeps. It got kind of "interesting" when we were alerted and had to move out to an assembly area a few miles from our base. Which happened at least once a month!

As an aside, we received a new colonel as brigade commander. He had been a colonel during WW2. His first command was to remove all canvas from all vehicles. His rationale was that they did not have canvas during the Battle of the Bulge, so we didn't need them now. Frost bite cases skyrocketed during the winter. They finally removed the commander and we all felt a huge sense of relief. Than about 90 cays later, they sent the asshole back for another try, which he failed as well.

Sneaking local girls into a no girl zone is #1. Stealing the Captains handset and not getting caught is #2 ...VI

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Originally posted by HayesGreener:
Sheesh. I slept on the floor under my bunk for a while in basic so it was always inspection ready. That is all. Except for that 3 day pass in Saigon....

E-9 and THAT is all you did? Damn fine (not exciting) tour dude.

I was an aviation mechanic stationed in Germany in the late ‘70s at what used to be an old Luftwaffe base during WWII. A buddy & I would trade guard duty shifts with other soldiers so we could pull it together. We’d do back to back shifts, 4hr block of time, and explore off limits places of the airfield. Underground maintenance, housing, mechanical complexes, hangers, etc.. Very cool historical areas but off limits due to safety & security issues. Though technically still within the area assigned to guard, I’m glad I never had to explain up the chain of command to the BC why I wasn’t “guarding” the airfield like I was supposed to.

Rubec's story reminds me of one of mine.

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The Marines provided security for the outer perimeter of the base. Our squadron provided security for our missile compound.

It was a dark and rainy night. I had the mid-watch (midnight to 4:00 am) as Petty Officer of the Watch. I sauntered down the aircraft line, checking on the guys who were supposed to be guarding our airplanes. One of them was crouched under the wing of a plane, trying to stay dry, and keeping a good eye out.

We chatted for a minute or two, then noticed a Navy pick-up truck coasting around a corner toward us, engine off, lights out. It was the squadron’d newest pilot, a freshly minted ensign, all gung ho and eager beaver, the OOD, sneaking onto the flight line to make sure that we enlisted types were standing watch properly.

The guy I was speaking with had a plan; he told me to get out from under the wing of the plane, turn my back to the silent blacked out truck, and let the ensign sneak up behind me, unnoticed.

I did that, the ensign did sneak up behind me and poked me in the back with a pen, asking “What would you do if this were a gun?”

From behind the ensign came the unmistakable sound of a 1911 slide being racked, and the guy who had been under the wing saying, “You’d be dead.” He then proceeded to keep the ensign standing in the rain with a flashlight shining in his eyes, told the ensign to place his ID on the ground and step back, while I took my sweet time verifying the ID. Once the ensign was thoroughly rain-soaked, we returned his ID and told him that we were not going to file a report for driving on the flight line without lights and a bubble-gun thingy on the cab of the truck, this time.