Military Voyeurism
03-24-2004, 10:34 PM
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Military Voyeurism
Not sure if ya'll seen this yet, but I laughed my patootie off.
Military 'chopper spots couple in a convertable
Military 'chopper spots couple in a convertable
03-24-2004, 10:53 PM
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LMFAO. /me sends to my buddies in the 509th 
Kiowa's can be extremely hard to hear over the trees, especially of you're upwind from them.
What kills me is the name of the file! It says "JRTC" which is a war game out Ft.Polk Lousiana (the ******* of america). There's nothing for miles and miles. Meaning these two non-combative soldiers (because of the female) ran off in the middle of the night to this deserted car. I know exactly were that car is too. it's near a small CBQ town named after Shugart and Gordon.
Too funnay.
Kiowa's can be extremely hard to hear over the trees, especially of you're upwind from them.
What kills me is the name of the file! It says "JRTC" which is a war game out Ft.Polk Lousiana (the ******* of america). There's nothing for miles and miles. Meaning these two non-combative soldiers (because of the female) ran off in the middle of the night to this deserted car. I know exactly were that car is too. it's near a small CBQ town named after Shugart and Gordon.
Too funnay.
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03-25-2004, 05:14 PM
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his kung-fu seemed to be stronger than mine , I do not last that long in a battle
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When I was stationed at Fort Lewis, WA, we used to catch couples (and more!) getting their money on all the time. One of the more "memorable" ***** we interrupted involved two guys and one woman.
Thanks to Uncle Sam's high speed military training, they never saw us coming.
Wait, that didn't sound right...
Paul
Thanks to Uncle Sam's high speed military training, they never saw us coming.
Wait, that didn't sound right...
Paul
03-25-2004, 07:27 PM
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Originally posted by Oaf
When I was stationed at Fort Lewis, WA, we used to catch couples (and more!) getting their money on all the time. One of the more "memorable" ***** we interrupted involved two guys and one woman.
Thanks to Uncle Sam's high speed military training, they never saw us coming.
Wait, that didn't sound right...
Paul
When I was stationed at Fort Lewis, WA, we used to catch couples (and more!) getting their money on all the time. One of the more "memorable" ***** we interrupted involved two guys and one woman.
Thanks to Uncle Sam's high speed military training, they never saw us coming.
Wait, that didn't sound right...
Paul
LOL especially after a good rain so the ground was moist. We used to sneak behind people at an objective and cut their throats with a Red Sharpie. That way there was no quesion they got killed because there was a red line from ear to ear. What did you do in Lewis old timer?
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Old Timer!?! Why I otta...
Oh, wait, I'll be 35 on Monday; I guess I'm gettin' old.
Anyway, I was 11BC2...Dragon gunner, door gunner, combat medic, designated sharpshooter(pre sniper), and pogue-*** truck driver(drove a 5 ton for ammo section).
Man, the stories I got in my head...I should write a book, but no one would believe it.
Here's one: Platoon was doing hostage rescue training at the Tire House. The instructor explains all the rules; trigger discipline, toss the frag into the room, etc.
After several dry runs/walk throughs, we do a "real" pass with blanks. Everything goes great, so we go "hot"; live ammo and HE frags.
My team lines up at the entry door; three on each side of the door. I'm the 3 man on the Left side team (looking at the door). My room mate pulls the pin, cooks for two, and THROWS the frag into the room so f'ing hard, it bounces back towards the door & stops in the doorway.
I grabbed the #2 man, throw him to the ground, and smother him. The #1 man smothered me. It seemed like an hour before that thing finally blew.
BOOOM!
Heat & flash dies down. We get up expecting to be missing various bits and pieces, but no one was injured. Not even a scratch. My roomie had some shrapnell in his boot soles, but that was all.
That's why I don't play Lotto.
Paul
Oh, wait, I'll be 35 on Monday; I guess I'm gettin' old.
Anyway, I was 11BC2...Dragon gunner, door gunner, combat medic, designated sharpshooter(pre sniper), and pogue-*** truck driver(drove a 5 ton for ammo section).
Man, the stories I got in my head...I should write a book, but no one would believe it.
Here's one: Platoon was doing hostage rescue training at the Tire House. The instructor explains all the rules; trigger discipline, toss the frag into the room, etc.
After several dry runs/walk throughs, we do a "real" pass with blanks. Everything goes great, so we go "hot"; live ammo and HE frags.
My team lines up at the entry door; three on each side of the door. I'm the 3 man on the Left side team (looking at the door). My room mate pulls the pin, cooks for two, and THROWS the frag into the room so f'ing hard, it bounces back towards the door & stops in the doorway.
I grabbed the #2 man, throw him to the ground, and smother him. The #1 man smothered me. It seemed like an hour before that thing finally blew.
BOOOM!
Heat & flash dies down. We get up expecting to be missing various bits and pieces, but no one was injured. Not even a scratch. My roomie had some shrapnell in his boot soles, but that was all.
That's why I don't play Lotto.
Paul
