Things you've over heard

[M-61]

One of my good friends was a cook in the marines. Hes very proud of being a cook and took a lot of pride in doing the best he could.

Well you met one. I’ve met none.
That said I think they did a marvelous job with,as I said, what they had to work with.
Now thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were virtually like home cooked meals. All the trimmings plus. Mine was choppered in and delicious.
I enjoyed a great meal 1000 yards east of the Laotian border. And it was a real turkey and I got a leg. My favorite.
My point was there seems to be a heck of a lot more snipers than cooks.

 

[Eagle Six]

Well you met one. I’ve met none.
That said I think they did a marvelous job with,as I said, what they had to work with.
Now thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were virtually like home cooked meals. All the trimmings plus. Mine was choppered in and delicious.
I enjoyed a great meal 1000 yards east of the Laotian border. And it was a real turkey and I got a leg. My favorite.
My point was there seems to be a heck of a lot more snipers than cooks.

Point well taken and I agree.

BTW, what year Thanksgiving did you get it choppered in?

 

[M-61]

Point well taken and I agree.

BTW, what year Thanksgiving did you get it choppered in?

1966. Couldn't believe it!

 

[Eagle Six]

1966. Couldn't believe it!

Sent you a PM

 

[dave@aDave]

One of my good friends was a cook in the marines. Hes very proud of being a cook and took a lot of pride in doing the best he could.

I don't remember a bad meal on any of the submarines I was on.
Well.........
There was that one time when we were in New Zealand {1970 on U.S.S. Menhaden (SS-377)}. The lead cook ordered a bunch of supplies to get us home. He didn't stop to think that there were six sheep for every man, woman, and child there.
When the mutton hot dogs hit the grill, we had to surface to air the boat out.

 

[dellet]

Just for @M-61 and @Eagle Six...

My uncle quit his job and enlisted around 64-65. He was much closer to 30 than 20, maybe over. His story was that the Army promised him that since he was already a truck driver, and was volunteering, he could drive truck.

First tour that's exactly what he did. Second and remaining tours, they made him a cook.

I have very fond memories of preparing family holiday meals with him. We worked together in a family business from the time I was 12 to about 20, but prepping Holiday meals was the only time I would get a "when I was in the Army" lesson or story from him. Chopping vegetables was a bit of therapy for him I think.

He was never ashamed of being a truck driver, or a cook, and I have never thought twice about remembering him as both, with pride.

Very rare you hear guys remembering the "cooks". Thanks for that.

 

[Dusty Stevens]

Well you met one. I’ve met none.
That said I think they did a marvelous job with,as I said, what they had to work with.
Now thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were virtually like home cooked meals. All the trimmings plus. Mine was choppered in and delicious.
I enjoyed a great meal 1000 yards east of the Laotian border. And it was a real turkey and I got a leg. My favorite.
My point was there seems to be a heck of a lot more snipers than cooks.

Yes sir i understand. Ive met more navy seals that were in vietnam than infantrymen though. I wish i had a list of the real ones

 

[Eagle Six]

Just for @M-61 and @Eagle Six...

My uncle quit his job and enlisted around 64-65. He was much closer to 30 than 20, maybe over. His story was that the Army promised him that since he was already a truck driver, and was volunteering, he could drive truck.

First tour that's exactly what he did. Second and remaining tours, they made him a cook.

I have very fond memories of preparing family holiday meals with him. We worked together in a family business from the time I was 12 to about 20, but prepping Holiday meals was the only time I would get a "when I was in the Army" lesson or story from him. Chopping vegetables was a bit of therapy for him I think.

He was never ashamed of being a truck driver, or a cook, and I have never thought twice about remembering him as both, with pride.

Very rare you hear guys remembering the "cooks". Thanks for that.

You better believe he should be proud of his service, because I am and proud that you post about him. It's not that we don't tease each other about our different duty, but no one else is allowed to, we need to cover each others six.

 

[Retired shooter]

One of my good friends was a cook in the marines. Hes very proud of being a cook and took a lot of pride in doing the best he could.

Spent my boot camp, and advanced MOS training at Ft. Leonard Wood. Missouri.
Served my KP duties along with the rest of the guys. In the mess hall about 2:30 / 3:00 in the morning, cooks getting things sorted out. For the most part good bunch of guys, do your job, dont create problems, they treated you with respect. Leave the mess hall maybe 9:00 / 9:30 that night after everything cleaned & put away. Had its benefits.

Dads brother served in W W 2 . Worked as a Baker in the mess hall. Grandad owned and operated a bakery during the war, lots of stories about the hard times, and prisoner of war camps.

 

[Retired shooter]

Spent my boot camp, and advanced MOS training at Ft. Leonard Wood. Missouri.
Served my KP duties along with the rest of the guys. In the mess hall about 2:30 / 3:00 in the morning, cooks getting things sorted out. For the most part good bunch of guys, do your job, dont create problems, they treated you with respect. Leave the mess hall maybe 9:00 / 9:30 that night after everything cleaned & put away. Had its benefits.

Dads brother served in W W 2 . Worked as a Baker in the mess hall. Grandad owned and operated a bakery during the war, lots of stories about the hard times, and prisoner of war camps.

As a side note Grandson at Camp Pendeltine Calif. Marine Corp. never did K P. Never heard of it. All contracted out.

Times have changed.

 

[DShortt]

I never did KP duty in boot camp. I knew building maintenance so I went around fixing broken windows, leaky faucets and that sort of thing. Division Master at Arms I think they called it. Kept me busy and my mind occupied so I didn't mind it at all.

 

[SecretCode]

A few years ago a friend and I stopped at a outdoor 300 yard local public rifle/pistol range 6 double sided benches (more rifle than pistol really). Great when nobody's there but you never get that anymore, we were shooting a couple of .22's and having an OK time when 2 dipsh&%t's come out when 1 (complete with tactical thigh rig) was telling his buddy and squawking about how glocks are overrated and basically every other semi auto pistol is better. My buddy being a tried and true glock guy had to bite his lip and unclench his fist after about 20 minutes of this.

Same range separate time, I was there shooting something can't remember what but 4-5 other guys all sighting in or just shooting, everyone waiting patiently within reason to call ceasefire to check targets. Was going alright when a teenager and his grandfather come up and gramps start talking out loud to whoever was listening that he was going to show the young man how to shoot. Kid was shooting x-bolt micro and was doing a great job really but the thing was gramps wanted to call a ceasefire after every 2 shots to walk down and explain what he was doing wrong. Aaaah, Not much. Kid had 4 touching with 2 half inch away at 100 yards. I couldn't take the random yell of ceasefire anymore. Haven't shot there since. Will drive twice as far to go back home and shoot on family private land. PEACE AND QUIET GREAT.

 

[JSH]

This kind of goes with the prairie dog thread but belongs here. Just happened today.
Telling a fellow that I know pretty well about folks “asking” where to find them. His response was something to the effect, same person would want to know where your crappie beds were. After a brief moment he said, I couldn’t ask that kind of question, he said that was as rude as asking if you would like some neked pictures of your wife.
Pretty coarse I know, but blunt and to the point.

(If this offends ANYONE I am sorry. It has ZERO to do with ANYONE HERE or OTHER Forums. This came from a gruff old fellow that calls it as he sees it, need more like him in my book)

 

[Willie]

I remember Christmas 1968 in Vietnam. We had been in contact for 2 days and Charlie Co. was scattered in numerous squads dug in as a blocking force along a high ridge.

On Christmas Day, the fight was about over, but we were told to stay in place 24 more hours. About noon the word came that we were going to get a hot meal and we were looking forward to it.

We could see choppers hovering and dropping food up and down the ridge and we finally got ours. Two guys jumped out and grabbed a big cardboard box and struggled back. We cut off the straps and tore it open to find 60# of jumbo shrimp & horseradish sauce. The 8 of us managed to eat a great deal of it in 24 hours, not knowing how sick we were going to be for 3-4 days.

When the company rejoined, we found out that each location would get all the turkey, the next one bread, one gravy, the next mashed potatoes and so on. The company Captain was a bit pissed, but in the end we all had a laugh. I think of that day on every Christmas.

 

[Retired shooter]

I remember Christmas 1968 in Vietnam. We had been in contact for 2 days and Charlie Co. was scattered in numerous squads dug in as a blocking force along a high ridge.

On Christmas Day, the fight was about over, but we were told to stay in place 24 more hours. About noon the word came that we were going to get a hot meal and we were looking forward to it.

We could see choppers hovering and dropping food up and down the ridge and we finally got ours. Two guys jumped out and grabbed a big cardboard box and struggled back. We cut off the straps and tore it open to find 60# of jumbo shrimp & horseradish sauce. The 8 of us managed to eat a great deal of it in 24 hours, not knowing how sick we were going to be for 3-4 days.

When the company rejoined, we found out that each location would get all the turkey, the next one bread, one gravy, the next mashed potatoes and so on. The company Captain was a bit pissed, but in the end we all had a laugh. I think of that day on every Christmas.

Love your story, and Thank You for your service.!

 

[snert]

This absolutely true.
Try telling this to guys who sight in their hunting rifle strapped on a 60lb lead slead.

Unless you are 100 pounds, or have a disability, or are shooting a rifle (or slug gun) big enough for Grizzly, that lead sled should be used as a boat anchor. (My flame suit is on).

Bench it on a real rest, then learn how to shoot it offhand. 99% of shooters couldn't hold the difference offhand that sighting in off a bench might induce.

 

[snert]

As a side note Grandson at Camp Pendeltine Calif. Marine Corp. never did K P. Never heard of it. All contracted out.

Times have changed.

But when the flag drops and the bullets fly, the contractors don't deploy. Then what?

 

[1shot]

This kind of goes with the prairie dog thread but belongs here. Just happened today.
Telling a fellow that I know pretty well about folks “asking” where to find them. His response was something to the effect, same person would want to know where your crappie beds were. After a brief moment he said, I couldn’t ask that kind of question, he said that was as rude as asking if you would like some neked pictures of your wife.
Pretty coarse I know, but blunt and to the point.

@JSH,
As the original poster to the prairie dog thread you referred to, I will be blunt and to the point. I never asked, nor insinuated that I was asking for specific tracts of ground, but rather general information. For instance western Wyoming is a good place to start looking, as opposed to Rancher Bob at 1234 Sunny lane Gillette, Wyoming.
I hope I cleared this up for you.

Lloyd

 

[55fairlane]

Couple of my favorites
At my club shooting a couple 03 Springfield & a Garand, I was told it was illegal to own those old army guns. I moved farther down the line away from this expert

Fellow (think wood tick) come up to me and says "what kinda funny Ry-file you shooting?" Me, "it's a Palma rifle" him "I didn't think you could hunt a Palma in Indiana, there on the endangered list, aren't they?"

 

[Capt. Oblivious]

Retired friend of mine is always building something in his shop or tinkering with some piece of reloading kit. He sms me one night to play along and he starts talking on a chat group about a tool he made that he uses to tune his loads on his primer, he says it works sort of like a barrel tuner but on your brass/primer. You seat your primers after you weight sorted them and then with this tool you can almost "screw" your seated primer in or out to "tune" your load. I actually had people ask me about this tool in the coming weeks