tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12389938.post5789820552417796229..comments2024-03-28T16:53:39.313-05:00Comments on PawPaw's House: MemoriesPawpawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959820068377494313noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12389938.post-29310217373270236992014-10-12T16:54:15.664-05:002014-10-12T16:54:15.664-05:00Wonder where those kids went, the ones who led Thu...Wonder where those kids went, the ones who led Thunder Runs, drove tanks, and went outside the wire in Korea? Couldn't have gone far, they were right here just a minute ago.Retired Spookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07162727356116384883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12389938.post-143339953826482862014-10-09T20:21:53.318-05:002014-10-09T20:21:53.318-05:00For me it's jet fuel and the whine of a turbin...For me it's jet fuel and the whine of a turbine firing off, or the thump and rattle of a big radial...Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12389938.post-12614503962620714072014-10-09T19:40:13.325-05:002014-10-09T19:40:13.325-05:00I'll never forget, going outside the wire for ...I'll never forget, going outside the wire for the first time in Korea, a brand new subdued bar velcroed to my ECWS, even though I had the CIB from the big sand box as an E-5, I was still visibly shaking trying to use my radio.<br /><br />Gruff old Sergeant First Class Daniel, grab the shoulder strap of my kevlar, pulled me behind a Humvee, and hoarsely whispered to me "Mack, remember I call you sir; and take those damn binoculars of your neck."SPEMacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12389938.post-23865956715371836872014-10-07T20:39:00.582-05:002014-10-07T20:39:00.582-05:00A platoon of tanks popping through the morning fog...A platoon of tanks popping through the morning fog in a valley somewhere in Germany.<br /><br />The buck of an M60A1 with a trainee driver at the training area at Knox.<br /><br />The way the canvas of a tent reacted to 105's popping on Table VIII at Graf.<br /><br />Breaking starch and standing in front of a BCT platoon with the campaign hat on, getting ready for the morning run.<br /><br />We were soldiers once.<br /><br />MCmostly Cajunhttp://mostlycajun.comnoreply@blogger.com