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God damn auto correct. It was supposed to say Veterans on talk bass. Lol Smart phones and their auto correct LOLWhat's Bryson?
Just a point of correction and distinction. Memorial Day commemorates those who have died serving in our armed services.
November 11 is for the veterans.
'67 - '70?! How did a Marine during those years manage to avoid 'Nam? You must've had one of those jobs for the smart guys who got to order us not-so-bright guys around!USMC 1967-70. No combat. Thank you to all who fought and paid the ultimate price.
What happened to the dogs? Did they just run loose or someone took them in?'67 - '70?! How did a Marine during those years manage to avoid 'Nam? You must've had one of those jobs for the smart guys who got to order us not-so-bright guys around!![]()
And FWIW, I AM smart enough to know that there were NO easy jobs in the Marines. Marines was my first choice, but I was only 17 when I went in, and my mother wouldn't sign for me to go into the Marines. I guess she figured the Air Force would keep me out of 'Nam. So lo and behold, I volunteer for K-9, which was pretty much a guaranteed ticket to 'Nam at that time.No regrets though. I went to a Vietnam K-9 Handlers reunion last year and saw guys I hadn't seen in 44 years.
In addition to the men lost, I also think of our dogs on Memorial Day. At that time, they had a life (or death) sentence in 'Nam. We were not allowed to bring them home with us. (They SAID it was so the dogs wouldn't bring back some weird disease with them, but that was bull crap.) Almost all of them were there until they died. Fortunately, our country has since changed that ignorant and barbaric policy; and the vets can now bring their dogs back with them.
There's no substitute for dumb luck. They sent me to electronics school for a year, then I spent the next two years teaching aviation radio repair, all in San Diego, where I am when I'm not at Groom.'67 - '70?! How did a Marine during those years manage to avoid 'Nam? You must've had one of those jobs for the smart guys who got to order us not-so-bright guys around!![]()
And FWIW, I AM smart enough to know that there were NO easy jobs in the Marines. Marines was my first choice, but I was only 17 when I went in, and my mother wouldn't sign for me to go into the Marines. I guess she figured the Air Force would keep me out of 'Nam. So lo and behold, I volunteer for K-9, which was pretty much a guaranteed ticket to 'Nam at that time.No regrets though. I went to a Vietnam K-9 Handlers reunion last year and saw guys I hadn't seen in 44 years.
In addition to the men lost, I also think of our dogs on Memorial Day. At that time, they had a life (or death) sentence in 'Nam. We were not allowed to bring them home with us. (They SAID it was so the dogs wouldn't bring back some weird disease with them, but that was bull crap.) Almost all of them were there until they died. Fortunately, our country has since changed that ignorant and barbaric policy; and the vets can now bring their dogs back with them.
Most of them were the old "Sentry Dogs", and were too aggressive to be turned over to civilians. (Sentry Dogs were extremely aggressive. The military later transitioned over from Sentry Dogs to "Patrol Dogs". The Patrol Dogs were more like the police dogs of today. They could be used in crowds and would only attack on command or if the dog or handler was attacked. Sentry Dogs would attack anybody who came close to them.)What happened to the dogs? Did they just run loose or someone took them in?