If you served in the military, do you have any funny stories?

[Crux]

Kinda a stupid question as ex-military have the greatest stories ever. I grew up listening to tales from WWI from my Granddad and WWII from my Dad and uncles. I guess maybe that's why I eventually served.

I was just hoping to hear a few. I hope this isn't a thread that causes anyone problems. :)

[Crux]

Ok, when I was on subs back in the 70-80s we were getting ready to sail out of Guam where be were completing a refit. I was a 3rd class, but I had a lot of friends on the deck crew so we hung out a lot. So one day they are painting the boat and I get the wise idea to pick up a roller and paint FTN on the side of the sail in 10 foot black letters that you could barely see but was there. We all laughed and then painted a fresh coat of black paint over it.

The next morning at 6:30 am I was summoned by the Chief of the Deck Crew to go topside and when I got there all my partners in crime were there. The butt chewing was brutal and epic. Even though we painted over it in the morning light at an angle it was clearly visible.

We were ordered to repaint until it was ABSOLUTELY gone, but as the Chief walked away he looked at me, laughed, shook his head and this incident never came up again.

[crazywednesday]

Great story Crux. Thanks for sharing. I think its hard to accurately convey great stories anyone has heard while serving. It just isnt the same as hearing it from the person your standing watch with. I too was on a submarine. While standing watch the Engineering Watch Supervisor came into maneuvering to BS. He started telling us of a time when he killed a deer in his teens. I wish I could remember all the stuff leading up to the finale, but in the end he was laying on his back, rifle was at his hip, the deer was jumping over him and the log he was laying next to, and shot it through the heart. I remember being absolutely amazed and fascinated.

[Doc Dan]

When I was in the Army we were flying over a snowfield in a shallow valley around the Arctic Circle somewhere. We saw a lot of baby spruce trees sticking about 2 feet high out of the snow. The 1st Sgt decided it was a good place to get out, so he jumped out and disappeared. The next man jumped out and he, too, disappeared. That is when we realized that those were not baby trees. Those were the tops of 90 feet tall spruce trees sticking out of the snow!

[SpyderNut]

Good stories. I never served in the military, unfortunately, but I did have a good friend/co-worker who was a former Marine. (Yes I know, "once a Marine, always a Marine" ).

My friend once told us a funny story about a fellow Marine who had just returned from furlough. While on furlough, the Marine had decided to grow a beard. As the story goes, his CO arrived and saw the Marine standing at attention with a beard. The CO (who was less than amused) screamed at the Marine and told him to immediately "shave all that @#$! off your face!" The Marine immediately did what he was told, but he also shaved off his eyebrows just to be facetious. When he returned, the CO saw his completely clean-shaven face and no eyebrows. The CO (while trying to stifle a smile) screamed for somebody to "bring me a black marker!" The CO then yelled at the Marine, "I didn't say to shave off your eyebrows!" The CO then walked over to the Marine and proceeded to draw eyebrows on his face.

On another occasion, the same friend told a story about a time where he and some of his fellow Marines somehow managed to get into some trouble while he was stationed in Florida. (The details were a little sketchy, but I remember there was something about commandeering a pontoon boat and getting some beer so they could "go out and cruise the coastline"). Anyway, everything was going well until the pontoon engine failed. My friend said that he and his fellow Marines began to panic because they were starting to float alarmingly close to Cuban waters. However, they somehow managed to send out a distress signal and had to wait until the Coast Guard could come out and pick them up. My friend said it was doubly embarrassing because (1) a group of Marines had to ask for help from the Coast Guard and (2) they knew they would get a royal butt-chewing for doing what they did.

:D

[bearfacedkiller]

When I was in the Army we were flying over a snowfield in a shallow valley around the Arctic Circle somewhere. We saw a lot of baby spruce trees sticking about 2 feet high out of the snow. The 1st Sgt decided it was a good place to get out, so he jumped out and disappeared. The next man jumped out and he, too, disappeared. That is when we realized that those were not baby trees. Those were the tops of 90 feet tall spruce trees sticking out of the snow!

I have done a ton of backpacking on snow shoes and those are called spruce traps. They can actually be fatal.

Basically, as the tree gets buried there are lots of voids left under the limbs of the tree. You will be walking along and see what look like baby trees and then all of a sudden you just drop. They are dangerous because it can be quite hard to get out, especially if you drop into a deep one.

Luckily I never found myself in a very deep one and was always able to dig/climb my way out. I have on a couple of occasions dropped as far as shoulder deep. Where I was snowshoeing I would usually just fall down to about waist deep but then you get your snowshoes all tangled up in branches so you need to take them off to get out. My winter pack can be upwards of 60 pounds when going for multiple nights (and I only weigh about 150). It gets exhausting and a little frustrating if it happens too many times. Taking your pack off and throwing it out and then taking your snowshoes off and throwing them out then climbing out and putting it all back on. I do most of my winter backpacking solo because I don't know anybody willing to go with me anymore. If I ever fell into a really deep one I would be done for. :eek:

[OldHoosier62]

You know the difference between a fairy tale and a Marine Sea Story.... A fairy tale starts "Once upon a time" and a sea story starts out "This is no s**t".

This is no s**t..... I got popped for speeding on Fort Carson Colorado in a 26 ton M578 tracked recovery vehicle. The book (and the Army M&P's) say that the 578 can run 35mph top speed but they must not have had Marine track rats doing their maintenance.

I was finishing up a check ride after we replaced and tuned a new engine and transmission in mine when my other track mechanic in the turret called over the comms to look left. What I saw was a little puke green dodge pickup bouncing all over the place with his light bars flashing and him making the "shut it down" motions with his hand.

I stopped and shut it down when about 5 other MP vehicles showed up. Then it got fun as they demanded my track license, I had none because in the Corps my MOS was my license, then they were screaming about ignoring the chase vehicle but he was behind me and had no siren only lights, then they freaked out because I was going 54 mph on the hard pan track road where the speed limit was 25.

After about an hour of them trying to have me actually arrested they gave up when they spoke with my CO in Denver and he said he'd handle it. I laughed and finished my check ride. My CO told me to not get caught next time (he knew me well enough to know that there would be a next time) and hung the framed ticket up in his office and bragged to our visitors about having the fastest M578 and the biggest bunch of pirates for his ordnance section in the division.

I never got caught over 35 again but I did raise eyebrows by TOWING in an 8in howitzer at 35mph.....the MP's just shook their heads.

[Bodog]

You know the difference between a fairy tale and a Marine Sea Story.... A fairy tale starts "Once upon a time" and a sea story starts out "This is no s**t".

This is no s**t..... I got popped for speeding on Fort Carson Colorado in a 26 ton M578 tracked recovery vehicle. The book (and the Army M&P's) say that the 578 can run 35mph top speed but they must not have had Marine track rats doing their maintenance.

I was finishing up a check ride after we replaced and tuned a new engine and transmission in mine when my other track mechanic in the turret called over the comms to look left. What I saw was a little puke green dodge pickup bouncing all over the place with his light bars flashing and him making the "shut it down" motions with his hand.

I stopped and shut it down when about 5 other MP vehicles showed up. Then it got fun as they demanded my track license, I had none because in the Corps my MOS was my license, then they were screaming about ignoring the chase vehicle but he was behind me and had no siren only lights, then they freaked out because I was going 54 mph on the hard pan track road where the speed limit was 25.

After about an hour of them trying to have me actually arrested they gave up when they spoke with my CO in Denver and he said he'd handle it. I laughed and finished my check ride. My CO told me to not get caught next time (he knew me well enough to know that there would be a next time) and hung the framed ticket up in his office and bragged to our visitors about having the fastest M578 and the biggest bunch of pirates for his ordnance section in the division.

I never got caught over 35 again but I did raise eyebrows by TOWING in an 8in howitzer at 35mph.....the MP's just shook their heads.

That's the thing I like most about hearing old marine's stories. The amount of pride in piracy, hooliganism, and outright roughneckery because that's what it took to get the job done. What was it eleanor roosevelt said about marines? She was right. At least back in the day. I think things are not what they once were.

I don't have many funny stories. I was a shop supervisor in an electronics calibration lab. Because i loathed the idea of getting good guys in trouble over stupid **** i was also designated by my senior chief as the disciplinary petty officer for the division, meaning anyone E6 or below in my division had to route their proposed discipline through me concerning anyone E5 and below. I was an E5 filling an E6 billet at the time and honestly didn't know what I was doing. This was 2004-2006 timeframe and we were being run ragged with our deployment schedule because of the Iraq war. They must have liked what I was doing because I earned a meritorious promotion to E6, but that doesn't mean i really knew what I was doing. I just tried my best to keep my guys going so things didn't fall apart at the worst times. Anyway,

So I an presented with a couple of E3s who were fucking around in a captain's call, just acting like immature kids, tbh. To the dismay of the presenting E5, i told them I'd handle it. For the next week i woke up at 5 with these turds and had them stack these orange traffic barricades we carried into big forts and had them climb around in what they'd built. In their dress whites. We were underway and that was no easy task. By the end of the week basically the entire cadre of khakis would come watch these guys building forts and climbing around in them. Pictures were taken, they actually built some fairly impressive makeshift forts. Every day before lights out they needed to show up in spotless dress whites. I don't know if they begged, borrowed, or stole new uniforms every night but **** it, they showed up looking fresh.
The amount of laughs we had was probably the most i had in the military. One of these guys could break the world record for solving rubik's cubes. They were smart, just kind of stupid too. I won't share my more adult themed stories, too many people here probably wouldn't understand or appreciate the amount of dirt our servicemen wade through in their time overseas. But most of us don't come back cleaner than we left. I'll leave it at that.

And having been around marines my whole life, from family to friends to my own service time, the proper phrase was "prior marine." Dont know if that's still a thing but i heard it from WW2 vets through iraq and Afghanistan.

As for eleanor roosevelt...

"The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!"

She wasn't wrong

[The Mastiff]

Basically, as the tree gets buried there are lots of voids left under the limbs of the tree. You will be walking along and see what look like baby trees and then all of a sudden you just drop. They are dangerous because it can be quite hard to get out, especially if you drop into a deep one.

I landed in something like that while skiing in the Alps once. I went in head first about 4 feet down. It took a while to get out. I'd hate to have to do that again.

Most of my stories from the military aren't fit for this forum. Old Hoosier, I was there as an MP around 82-83 ish. I can't recall ever running radar on a tracked vehicle down range. Typically when they left the motor pool they went as a unit and had us escorting them or stopping traffic. There were roads behind the motor pools they tested on after re-engining but I never went there unless called. That must have been an unusual event. I did have to do the investigation on some tracked vehicle involved fatalities. Those things can be dangerous just to be around. We were averaging 40-50 something vehicle ( all types including training accidents) fatalities per year when I was there.

Joe

[Crux]

I was young, stupid and poor and we had been out to sea for a couple months. I had stupidly used all my funds during the cruise to secure cigarettes that I had neglected to bring. I'm not the only fool to do that, but that meant I arrived broke and smokeless.

Sailors always have a plan B. It's bred into you, Plan A) You float, Plan B) You sink, so my friend and I somehow, I'm not sure how, make it to the Varsity Club on Guam. For anyone that has been there, it's the epitome of a jungle bar. Since neither my friend or I had any money we managed to beg, borrow or steal enough for the HIGH9. Pay $9 and drink whatever for an hour.

Obviously we shared and drank like it was an Olympic event. I woke up sometime in the night after my drunk self was pushed from blocking the front door. Then my "friends" decided to put an african toad on my face. Google these toads is better than my decription, but needless to say they are HUGE.

I crawled back to consciousness and went to look for my buddy. Luckily I found him behind the back with some toothless 60 year old prostitute and saved him from decades of nightmares.

Kinda a normal day on Guam, which is the hottest most humid place on the Earth. IMHO

[wrdwrght]

Funny (not), I can’t think of a funny story... Perhaps it was the time I was in (1966-1969), perhaps I’m now addled.

[Halfneck]

So I walk into the aid station and my Medical Plt. Sgt is talking to this Master Sgt. He sees me and since I'm the only Medic there he yells out "Halfneck give the MSgt here his Hep A shot" and walks off to his office. So this crusty old Infantry NCO looks at me and goes "You know what you're doing right? I hate needles" as he rolls up his sleeve. I sound off with a "Yes Sgt" and go get the pre-filled syringe out of the fridge and prep his shoulder. So I go to pull the stretchy rubber needle cap off and its being difficult. So I tug a bit harder and all of a sudden it comes off quick. Well instead of just going with it as I was taught, I try to stop my hand from swinging and in the process shove the needle all the way through the tip of my finger.

The MSgt looks down at my finger, then up at my face while I'm doing all I can not to show any emotion at all. So I pull the needle out, wrap a piece of 100mph tape on my finger, reglove, grab another pre-filled syringe and say "See Sgt, didn't hurt that bad at all" and give him his shot.

[Doc Dan]

So I walk into the aid station and my Medical Plt. Sgt is talking to this Master Sgt. He sees me and since I'm the only Medic there he yells out "Halfneck give the MSgt here his Hep A shot" and walks off to his office. So this crusty old Infantry NCO looks at me and goes "You know what you're doing right? I hate needles" as he rolls up his sleeve. I sound off with a "Yes Sgt" and go get the pre-filled syringe out of the fridge and prep his shoulder. So I go to pull the stretchy rubber needle cap off and its being difficult. So I tug a bit harder and all of a sudden it comes off quick. Well instead of just going with it as I was taught, I try to stop my hand from swinging and in the process shove the needle all the way through the tip of my finger.

The MSgt looks down at my finger, then up at my face while I'm doing all I can not to show any emotion at all. So I pull the needle out, wrap a piece of 100mph tape on my finger, reglove, grab another pre-filled syringe and say "See Sgt, didn't hurt that bad at all" and give him his shot.

I can almost relate to that! We used to cure blisters from road marches by taking a syringe and needle and drawing out the fluid, and then refilling the blister with tincture of benzoin. Let me tell you, that is an experience! It is so painful it is hard to imagine. However, it works and a person is good to go in a few hours. Well, a Captain was plain chicken to let me do that and he had to go dancing with his wife that evening. So, I had to perform that on myself. Little tears were running down my cheeks but I never flinched. However, I did have the 1st Sgt hold the Capt. very tightly. It is a good thing I did because he started screaming like a little girl. Suddenly, I was surrounded by officers and sergeants thinking I was murdering the poor man. HaHaHa!

[Halfneck]

I can almost relate to that! We used to cure blisters from road marches by taking a syringe and needle and drawing out the fluid, and then refilling the blister with tincture of benzoin. Let me tell you, that is an experience! It is so painful it is hard to imagine. However, it works and a person is good to go in a few hours. Well, a Captain was plain chicken to let me do that and he had to go dancing with his wife that evening. So, I had to perform that on myself. Little tears were running down my cheeks but I never flinched. However, I did have the 1st Sgt hold the Capt. very tightly. It is a good thing I did because he started screaming like a little girl. Suddenly, I was surrounded by officers and sergeants thinking I was murdering the poor man. HaHaHa!

We called those "Hot Shots", and while officially frowned upon, they do help. Basically coating the raw layer of skin in the sticky tincture of benzoin almost forms a layer of callused skin. The reason the Docs didn't like the medics doing it is because of the risk of making it worse. Soldier jerks, or the medic slips, and you shove a needle farther into their foot - potentially causing a more severe injury.

Giving yourself a hot shot hurts, but I had the joy of cutting out my own ingrown toenail in the field with nothing to numb it. Shoving scissors up under your nailbed sucks, but add an audience of your Infantry squad making comments adds a whole other level of fun.

[Doc Dan]

I can almost relate to that! We used to cure blisters from road marches by taking a syringe and needle and drawing out the fluid, and then refilling the blister with tincture of benzoin. Let me tell you, that is an experience! It is so painful it is hard to imagine. However, it works and a person is good to go in a few hours. Well, a Captain was plain chicken to let me do that and he had to go dancing with his wife that evening. So, I had to perform that on myself. Little tears were running down my cheeks but I never flinched. However, I did have the 1st Sgt hold the Capt. very tightly. It is a good thing I did because he started screaming like a little girl. Suddenly, I was surrounded by officers and sergeants thinking I was murdering the poor man. HaHaHa!

We called those "Hot Shots", and while officially frowned upon, they do help. Basically coating the raw layer of skin in the sticky tincture of benzoin almost forms a layer of callused skin. The reason the Docs didn't like the medics doing it is because of the risk of making it worse. Soldier jerks, or the medic slips, and you shove a needle farther into their foot - potentially causing a more severe injury.

Giving yourself a hot shot hurts, but I had the joy of cutting out my own ingrown toenail in the field with nothing to numb it. Shoving scissors up under your nailbed sucks, but add an audience of your Infantry squad making comments adds a whole other level of fun.

I have cut off part of my toenail in the field but not into the cuticle. Ouch! I have had the pleasure of doing that on someone else, however. :D

I rotated through a clinic once and one of my most memorable patients is still vivid in my mind. This sergeant was supposed to have a cookout. Instead, he went out and got drunk. When he got home, his house was full of guests and his wife was as mad as you can imagine. Trying to act sober, he sat down to explain why he was so late....on the very hot hibachi grill. :D :D :D :D

[OldHoosier62]

Basically, as the tree gets buried there are lots of voids left under the limbs of the tree. You will be walking along and see what look like baby trees and then all of a sudden you just drop. They are dangerous because it can be quite hard to get out, especially if you drop into a deep one.

I landed in something like that while skiing in the Alps once. I went in head first about 4 feet down. It took a while to get out. I'd hate to have to do that again.

Most of my stories from the military aren't fit for this forum. Old Hoosier, I was there as an MP around 82-83 ish. I can't recall ever running radar on a tracked vehicle down range. Typically when they left the motor pool they went as a unit and had us escorting them or stopping traffic. There were roads behind the motor pools they tested on after re-engining but I never went there unless called. That must have been an unusual event. I did have to do the investigation on some tracked vehicle involved fatalities. Those things can be dangerous just to be around. We were averaging 40-50 something vehicle ( all types including training accidents) fatalities per year when I was there.

Joe

They didn't get me with radar. Some unit in the field reported me to Range Control and they called the MP's. The truck paced me for two miles before he had a spot to pull alongside and signal me to stop. They were po'd that all my paperwork was in order and listed as a "performance test drive" plus I had test drive placards on the boom and rear of the track. Their biggest complaint was that I didn't have a paper license and that the Corps considered my MOS my license.

Have no idea what unit reported me, we saw nothing on the whole test drive but trees and mud. Never passed a soul.

[Doc Dan]

Basically, as the tree gets buried there are lots of voids left under the limbs of the tree. You will be walking along and see what look like baby trees and then all of a sudden you just drop. They are dangerous because it can be quite hard to get out, especially if you drop into a deep one.

I landed in something like that while skiing in the Alps once. I went in head first about 4 feet down. It took a while to get out. I'd hate to have to do that again.

Most of my stories from the military aren't fit for this forum. Old Hoosier, I was there as an MP around 82-83 ish. I can't recall ever running radar on a tracked vehicle down range. Typically when they left the motor pool they went as a unit and had us escorting them or stopping traffic. There were roads behind the motor pools they tested on after re-engining but I never went there unless called. That must have been an unusual event. I did have to do the investigation on some tracked vehicle involved fatalities. Those things can be dangerous just to be around. We were averaging 40-50 something vehicle ( all types including training accidents) fatalities per year when I was there.

Joe

They didn't get me with radar. Some unit in the field reported me to Range Control and they called the MP's. The truck paced me for two miles before he had a spot to pull alongside and signal me to stop. They were po'd that all my paperwork was in order and listed as a "performance test drive" plus I had test drive placards on the boom and rear of the track. Their biggest complaint was that I didn't have a paper license and that the Corps considered my MOS my license.

Have no idea what unit reported me, we saw nothing on the whole test drive but trees and mud. Never passed a soul.

There was probably a scout platoon out. They try not to be seen.

[Reject]

I spend some time in the Australian army.
During that time we did a company exchange with the Royal Welsh Fusiliers, who were a Mechanised infantry unit like our selves.

They were stationed in Lemgo Germany at the time. This was back in 1981, so the wall was still up. The APCs they had were old and junk. We were told that purpose of the Regiment being there was not to stop the Russians if they came over the wall, but to keep them occupied long enough for them wake someone up in Whitehall London. Life expectancy of the Regiment if that happen was said to be about an hour.

I was an APC driver and crew commander, but was assigned as the driver of the sergeant’s carrier. Which meant that while the other carriers had a crew of 2 maintaining them, I had to do all the work on my carrier by myself? :D Lucky me.

The welsh driver who handed over the carrier to me, told that it was cursed. I didn’t believe him; by the end of the day I did. Everything that happened while I had it; only reinforced that belief. :rolleyes: But that is a story for another time.

In the army there is always someone who has been there and done that and has great advise on what you need to do when you get some where. Before we left Australia, some one told us that, seeing we would get side trip to London. We should take our dress uniforms with slouch hat and wear them on the streets of London. About 6 of us thought that is was a great idea, we had no idea why it was a great idea, but it sounded interesting.

We didn’t think that the higher ups would approve of us doing this, so thought it best not to ask them. At least then if caught we could plead ignorance.

So; the 6 of us discretely left the hotel the company was staying at in London, careful not to be seen by any NCOs or officers and out on the streets of London. Our uniforms where slightly off, in that the footwear we had shouldn’t be worn with the slouch hat, but only an army NCO or officer would see the difference.

(Remember that this was back in 1981, so there was no Face book, YouTube, or smart phones. If someone took a photo it had to be developed before anyone could see it and we would be long gone by then. We were going to be very discreet in what we did, :rolleyes: so what could go wrong.)

We stopped to look at our map, with a couple of second there was a voice,”Can I help you lads.” A gentleman had stopped to help us out with directions. He ended with “Good to see Aussie soldiers in London again.” We thought that it was very nice of him to help us and say that and thanked him.

The thing was :confused: that the exact same thing happened every time we stopped to look at the map and some times even when we didn’t stop but just looked at the map. People seemed to be taking very opportunity they could just to talk to us. And most end by saying how good it was to see us there again.

We had never experienced anything like this before and we were a bit stunned by it. Because even as young as we were, we knew that what they were really saying was thank you. But not to us; but to Aussie diggers that had been here before us and had earned the right to that thank you.

:o It had started to get very emotional; :) we needed a beer.

But only one beer, we had to on our best behaviour while in uniform. The barman wouldn’t take payment for that one beer.

Back on the street and on our way to have a look at Buckingham Palace. As we got close we heard a vehicle horn sounding repeatedly. We look around to see a bus load of people with heads sticking out the widows, cameras going full speed, all yelling and cheering. They were all looking at us. It was a bloody bus load of Australian tourists and this happen 4 times before we got to Buckingham Palace. Dam, :mad: there were a lot of Aussies in London.

When we got to the gates of the Palace most of the tourists stopped pointing their cameras the Palace and the guards and starting pointing them at us. :eek: This was not part of the plan.

Things were not going as discreetly as we had hoped.

The other blokes that had enough and they headed back to the hotel to get out of uniform before we got caught out. But I was on a mission; :) I wanted to see the Tower of London and it was within walking distance of here.

The walk took about 4 times longer than it should have. I had to keep stopping for people to take photos of themselves with me.

So finally there I was standing line to pay my entrance fee to the Tower of London when 2 of the tower guards came marching down the line towards me. Beefeaters dressed in all their finery stopped next to me and said, “You come with us”.

Most of the people in the first fleet to colonize Australia were made up of prisoners taken from London jails and they were in chains when they arrived there. At this time I was certain that would also to be my fate.

That was seemed confirmed when I saw who they were taking me to. :eek: There standing at full attention was a regimental sergeant mayor. I came to full attention in front of him and waited for the axe to fall. He looked me up and down and simply said “Soldiers don’t pay here.”

Then this regimental sergeant major of the Beefeaters, guard to the Tower of London proceeded to lead a some what stunned Aussie private on a personal tour of the Tower of London, even to areas the general public don’t get to see.

[Crux]

Probably not funny but an example of what we idiots thought was funny.

Everyone that's ever been there can agree that Guam is very hot and even more humid. Even growing up in the South didn't prepare me for that onslaught of temperature.Before we could cross over to the Tender and run around to their gangplank to freedom you'd be soaked from sweet.

So, like the dumbass bubbleheads that we were, after a few drinks we decided to hatch a "daring" plan. In hindsight it was very stupid but so were we.
Ok, so we swam off the boat to shore, at night, obviously. Then we stumbled across the shoreline until we could she our objective. So, we then swam across where we were close enough to the front gate which was guarded by Marines and our objective.

We stole 2 of their skiff boats and paddled close enough to swim back to the boat while their boats floated around and caused a "Military Butthurt" the next day. It's nice to be able to admit this now.

Yeah sure, we could have been shot, but I think that was the intrigue.

[kiwisailor]

Reject, just sent you a P.M.
Seems like we served same Unit/same time.