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<blockquote data-quote="lasher" data-source="post: 3119503" data-attributes="member: 40522"><p>we had this brand new PFC who's duty mostly consisted of burning crappers everyday. you didn't dare get down wind from him, his aroma was just nasty. he had only been in country for a couple of weeks when he was suddenly hustled up to the airstrip and returned stateside. we found out his brother was in 1/9 and had been captured, making our PFC a sole surviving son and he could not be in a combat zone. </p><p></p><p>fast forward to a week later and i'm working on a TSC 15 van which was a mobile communication van, had a huge transmitter, a teletype, and a phone switch board. i turned on the teletype and this AP message types out that the brother had escaped and was now back in friendly country. the brother was promptly flown out of country and our PFC returned very quickly to us, he returned to his crap burning job and his attitude had take a sharp turn south. </p><p></p><p>our PFC somehow got hold of several San Magoos, absolutely foul philippine beer and became skunk drunk. bear in mind DaNang was a heavily guarded airstrip and usually had several thousand heavily armed lads roaming about. our drunk PFC was returning to his tent, and saw a messman making horsecock sammiches for the guards mid rats. he decided he wanted one, accosted the messman and demanded a sammich, the messman, being a salty Lcpl told him to perform an unnatural sex act upon himself. our PFC assaulted the messman and got a sammich, ran from the tent, and thru the tent area screeching, "run, run, as fast as you can, you'll never catch me i'm the gingerbread man."</p><p></p><p>after his capture and ritual minor beating he awaited his fate, the flag went up at 0700 and he went up at 0701. demoted and loss of pay, up until his rotation out of country he remained a PVT, and became an expert 8 hole crapper burner.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="lasher, post: 3119503, member: 40522"] we had this brand new PFC who's duty mostly consisted of burning crappers everyday. you didn't dare get down wind from him, his aroma was just nasty. he had only been in country for a couple of weeks when he was suddenly hustled up to the airstrip and returned stateside. we found out his brother was in 1/9 and had been captured, making our PFC a sole surviving son and he could not be in a combat zone. fast forward to a week later and i'm working on a TSC 15 van which was a mobile communication van, had a huge transmitter, a teletype, and a phone switch board. i turned on the teletype and this AP message types out that the brother had escaped and was now back in friendly country. the brother was promptly flown out of country and our PFC returned very quickly to us, he returned to his crap burning job and his attitude had take a sharp turn south. our PFC somehow got hold of several San Magoos, absolutely foul philippine beer and became skunk drunk. bear in mind DaNang was a heavily guarded airstrip and usually had several thousand heavily armed lads roaming about. our drunk PFC was returning to his tent, and saw a messman making horsecock sammiches for the guards mid rats. he decided he wanted one, accosted the messman and demanded a sammich, the messman, being a salty Lcpl told him to perform an unnatural sex act upon himself. our PFC assaulted the messman and got a sammich, ran from the tent, and thru the tent area screeching, "run, run, as fast as you can, you'll never catch me i'm the gingerbread man." after his capture and ritual minor beating he awaited his fate, the flag went up at 0700 and he went up at 0701. demoted and loss of pay, up until his rotation out of country he remained a PVT, and became an expert 8 hole crapper burner. [/QUOTE]
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