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  1. As a friend of mine said, “There’s plenty of bale to go around here”
  2. To continue: So Charle Company saddled up, boarded the Deuce and a Half’s, and headed for Moore Army Airfield where we waddled and climbed aboard some vintage C47s. It was a clear inter’s day? We were told that the winds on the drop zone were 3-5 kts with fresh snow on the ground. The flight north was uneventful. The C47 either has a fire breathing heater or a freezer. It will alternate between the two. At least their was no turbulence. Couple that with a cargo of sweating troopers and you have an uncomfortable and odiferous situation. So as we approached Drum, the jump door was opened about 10 minutes out. With 5 minutes everybody stood up, Hooked up and did equipment check. My buddy Sid was the Jumpmaster. I was second behind him. He leaned out the door to view the approaching drop zone. I was watching his face as he braved the 110 knot breeze. After about 25 seconds I grabbed his collar and snatched him back inside. I had watched his cheeks and nose turn color and get frostbitten. Not good. With 30 seconds to go Sid took up position in the door and I got behind him. The jump light went green and out we leapt into the frozen sky. “Hot dog”, I though to myself as I gazed at the white landscape, “I Love snow landings”. The air is cold and you drop slow. You can just sit and plop down in mother nature’s featherbed. I scooted back in my harness and watched Sid who was about 50 feet below me as he descended. He had prepared for the snow landing like me. Relaxed in his harness, I saw him hit. Butt first. It didn’t look like it should. I swear he bounced instead of sinking in the snow! Huh? I scrambled to get into a proper by the book position. Feet and knees together, toes pointed, eyes on the horizon...and WHAMMO! I hit the ground like a dropped manhole cover. The “fresh snow was about a half inch deep over ice and frozen ground. Not ideal conditions. I lay there taking stock of my young body and then got up and limped over to Sid. He limped worse. We rolled up our chutes and headed to the rally point, muttering about the “fresh Snow and light winds. At least the winds were light. By the time we got to the rally point they were blowing 18 gusting to 20. Nice. Gotta go now. To be continued..
  3. I reckon you’ll only see The First Team out in that territory.
  4. Unless you have worked a fire line you can’t imagine how terribly exhausting it is. And when you have to do it day after day you’re like the walking dead before long. They need all help they can get. Bless em all. When I was a Park Ranger the powers above me thought that seeing how I was an ex paratrooper it would be a good idea to send me to Smokejumpers School in Montana. I told them thank you very much but I was 32 years old and that ship had sailed. They relented, thank goodness. Being on the line with a shovel and Pulaski tool was bad enough.
  5. Probably since Ancient Greece.
  6. Not fond of arachnids. While living in Florida, few days after I found the scorpion in my boot, a friend suggested we go lobster diving after work. We only lived a few minutes from the water. We stopped at my house and I rushed to get my gear and hopped back in the car. While he drove hi 65 Mustang hell bent for the bay, I shucked my sandals and put on my neoprene dive boots. They were pretty tight. I had been meaning to get a new pair. As I finally got the right boot on firmly over my foot, I felt something wriggle under my toes!! I immediately recalled the scorpion and I knew in my haste I hadn’t checked out my dive boots, which had been sitting in the same closet as my other boots. Knowing I could never get the boot off in time before the Centruroides guaninses launched his attack I had to take the offensive. I began to stomp my foot down on the floorboard and wiggle my toes in the most aggressive manner I could, all the while making noises that I’m sure sounded like a pig, if a pig had fingers, and if he stuck a pig finger into a light socket! My friend George hit the brakes, assuming that I was about to attack him or was having a Grand Mal seizure. As the car slid to a stop I hopped out, continued to stomp and squeal until I felt no further movement under my toes and no excruciating pain from El Scorpio’s tail spear. Hopping on one foot, I tore at the boot frantically until it finally came off and I shook out the mess of what remained of the hitchhiker.....it was a jumbo sized cockroach.
  7. But.. “According to Valentine Mink (a patriot serving with Conrad) the date of discharge is in question. Mink stated, “That I well knew Conrad Hyer in said service that he enter’d the same with me.” He (Conrad), “Served from the middle of December AD 1775 to the middle of December AD 1776 at which time he was discharged honorably from said service at Fish Kilns on the North River by a pass in writing sign’d by Captain Agry.” Another soldier by the name of John Vanner, stated that he, “Well knew Conrad Hyer” had served, “From December AD 1775 to December AD 1776,” and “Was honorably discharged at Fish Kilns by a pass from Capt. Agry to himself and several others of whom I was one.”
  8. If his discharge was in fact the middle of December 1776 he would not have been in the Delaware crossing on Dec 25.
  9. In a leadership class we studied the Challenger incident extensively in reference to organizational culture and leadership failures. Never should have happened.
  10. I can’t recall the best drink I ever had. I’ll have to cogitate on that. I know it wasn’t the first drink I ever had.
  11. They are more enthusiastic about some crappy product than I have ever been about anything. Ever!
  12. Tonight with Pizza, a nice California red blend.
  13. Blue Nun and Schwartze Katz were two wines I guzzled in Germany. And some bier...
  14. My dad went through Aerial Gunners school in Yuma in the summer of 43. Then he loaded up on the train with a couple hundred other guys headed for New York and England. But a day later they announced that there was a critical need for radio men in the 8th Air Force so the train diverted north to radio operators school and that’s where he spent the winter of 44. In Minot North Dakota!
  15. I’ll continue my Ft Drum experience later. I’ll need alcohol.
  16. I'm capable of refraining from waxing political on such occasions. She was an amazingly strong woman. Her fight with cancer for so many years is inspirational. She did what she thought was best for her country and for humanity. May she Rest in Peace.
  17. Not to step on Joe's thread about the Ft Drum in California, here's the other Ft Drum, named after a different fella It's waaaay up in New York state, about a long rife shot from Canada. And the weather couldn't be any different from the California Ft. Drum. Frrrigid is one word that comes to mind. Windy is another. It's now the home base of the 10th Mountain Division. When I visited there for a couple of weeks for some cold weather training in 1969 it was only used during the summer as a National Guard training area. No one was foolish enough to go there in the winter. Except We few, we happy few in Special Forces. One reason was perhaps that the furnaces in the circa WWI barracks didn't work very well, and the walls had 1/4" gaps between the boards. Good ventilation in summer I suppose. Kind of uncomfortable in winter. No surprise the 10th Mountain is stationed there . Note the pic. They like snow. I was ensconsed in sleepy Ft. Devens, Mass in a small apartment off-post with my beautiful new bride of only a month or two. She, like I, had grown up in South Florida, a stranger to truly cold weather. But I had been stationed in Bavaria for the past year and knew well the beauty of a snowy landscape, and the unpleasantness of carrying a rucksack through it. So just as winter was about t unleash it's cruelty, the Army ripped me from the warm arms of my beloved and pointed me in the direction of Camp Drum, as it was called then, a remote huge military reservation near the Canadian border. As I prepared my A Team for deployment to Drum, I said to myself, “How bad could it be?” I had trekked all over the Alps in winter with my band of brothers. Skis, Snowshoes, Sleeping blankets and camaraderie reigned. I have since learned never to say to myself, “How bad could it be?” No doubt some lowly Lieutenant in 1855 had the same thought as he sat ahorse waiting for the command to advance at Balaclava. https://home.army.mil/drum/index.php/about/history
  18. https://www.legendsofamerica.com/ca-drumbarracks/
  19. I was at the other Camp Drum for winter training in 69. It's in Upstate New York. Now called Fort Drum. Not nearly as nice. One of the coldest places I've ever been!.
  20. Exactly. I don’t need no extra elektrons runnin around in my safe. I hear they cause rust too!
  21. Don’t know. Army used M14s. I can ask Big Jake. He was a Jarhead sniper.
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