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Originally Posted by mark46th
Rich- The pisser about the A6 was I had to carry it when they booted that guy! Nothing like carrying an A6 with parachute cord for a strap...
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Phase I Stories from a FOG, cont'd
1) I volunteered to carry the A-6! (Someone told me you got to go to the front of the chow line - at the screened-in 'dining facility' where you got your C-rat from the immersion heater warmed water-filled trash can and then stood to eat it.). Cadre to me: "Where the F#%k do you think you're going. Get to the back of the line!). I rigged a sling for it out of an LBE shoulder harness and some parachute cord. (PS - I was far from a big guy: 5'9" and 150.)
2) Having all 300 rounds for said A-6 fired by the cadre who sneaked up on my watch partner on the first night of the field exercise. (I had to carry the A-6 and go 'bang, bang' from then on.)
3) Trying to sleep while sitting ON said ammo-less A-6 during an August downpour at 1 a.m. - leaning against a tree, covered by my poncho. You aren't wet until water streams down the crack of your ass!
4) Watching the class following ours arrive and conduct their rucksack shakedown inspection. (
Name deleted upon request) was found to have a large pink flowered ladies hand mirror in his ruck. Mirrored glass was removed, parachute cord was tied to the handle, it was hung around his neck, and there it remained.
5) Witnessing SSG Jackie S. (the oldest, highest ranking guy in our class - by far) fail to follow instructions during the 'slide for life' by riding it to the end, having it jerk him up, and finishing with a half-gainer into Drowning Creek. We were all impressed. SSG Beach was not (at least not outwardly).
6) Coming back from the field problem on the last day and going to 'shower' (the nasty, rank 'shower point' had become inoperative on day 3 - we 'showered' at a water 'buffalo' using our steel pots). Four of us went to use the 'latrine' first (a wooden four-holer privy utilizing halved oil drums with diesel fuel). We returned to find the buffalo unoccupied, and began to 'shower' in our skivvies. The 1SG comes storming over screaming, "What'd I tell you! My wife could drive down that road!". His punishment for possibly exposing ourselves to passersby? We had to run back and forth over the cantonment in our skivvies, helmets (sans liner) on our heads, M-14's over our heads, barefoot - shouting, "I will not take a shower in the public" over and over "until he got tired"!
6) During Phase II, IMC training in Commo, upon finally attaining 12/10 only to have SFC Mayerle <sp> tell me that if I didn't reach 15/15 by the end of the week that he was going to "shove this hook (the prosthesis on his right arm, with which he could still send code waaaay fast) up your ass, and twist!" I didn't and neither did he, but he did recommend that I be recyled into Weapons.
Good times with good men - students and cadre (except the 1SG)!