I was part of the invasion of Panama, Operation Just Cause, in December of 1989. I had been in the army all of about 7 months. I was with the 7th Infantry Div (Light) out of Ft Ord, CA and we supported the 82nd airborne going into Panama.
So here we were. 3 new troops out in the jungle set up in an LP/OP position. None of us really had any idea what we were doing. It was about 3 am and we had heard the crap was hitting the fan the next day after a lot of skirmishes with the PDF all that week. So, I am awake and the other 2 guys are sleeping. Its pitch black. I hear something crash through the trees.... I hit the dirt expecting to be shot any second. I wake the other guys up. We argue about who is going to stick their head up and look... I finally turned on my red beam flashlight and look around... A horrible smell hits us.... like something is dead.
I see a set of eyes moving very slowly.... its a 3 toed sloth that had fallen out of its tree and was trying to get back up.....
We had a good laugh about it when the sun came up but we were scared crapless the rest of the night.

That's funny, a mammal that moves so slow it grows mold on it....:lol:

Ahh the rush of adrenalin. Don'tcha just hate that. I was pullin' guard one night in the bush. Somethin' slid down the back of my britches. I was scared to death it was a scorpion. Bout the time it reached my inner thigh I started smackin' it. Poor little skink of some sort fell out my pant leg in peices.

Ahh the rush of adrenalin. Don'tcha just hate that. I was pullin' guard one night in the bush. Somethin' slid down the back of my britches. I was scared to death it was a scorpion. Bout the time it reached my inner thigh I started smackin' it. Poor little skink of some sort fell out my pant leg in peices.
lol... stuff like that will make you get butt naked real quick!!!!

lol... stuff like that will make you get butt naked real quick!!!!

I didn't wanna die with my britches off though :lol:. Had a bad attitude in Nam. I was sure I wasn't gonna make it home.

I didn't wanna die with my britches off though :lol:. Had a bad attitude in Nam. I was sure I wasn't gonna make it home.

The way they treated you guys over there I could see why you would have a bad attitude....

The way they treated you guys over there I could see why you would have a bad attitude....


The treatment we got over there was much better than the treatment we got when we came home. Some guys still hold seriously bad feelings over all that.

The treatment we got over there was much better than the treatment we got when we came home. Some guys still hold seriously bad feelings over all that.
And I dont blame them..... You guys deserved a hero's welcome...

The treatment we got over there was much better than the treatment we got when we came home. Some guys still hold seriously bad feelings over all that.

If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir :yessir:

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.

And I dont blame them..... You guys deserved a hero's welcome...

Amen to that.

If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir :yessir:

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.

Damn V. Thanks my man. Its people like you that make me proud to be an American... :yessir:

Oh BTW Nor Im glad you didnt shoot the sloth! Not much of a challenge anyway!

Oh BTW Nor Im glad you didnt shoot the sloth! Not much of a challenge anyway!
He almost got it! :machinegun:

Damn V. Thanks my man. Its people like you that make me proud to be an American... :yessir:

It's people like you that allow me to be an American, sir.

I always do whatever I can in my own small way to show the vets I care and I appreciate the unbelieveable sacrifices they have made.

Do I go out of my way to assist a vet with their housing if they need it? Damn right I do. And anyone who doesnt like that can go pound sand.

He almost got it! :machinegun:

Ill bet he didnt know how close he came. Not like he could run away. It would take him a month.

It's people like you that allow me to be an American, sir.

I always do whatever I can in my own small way to show the vets I care and I appreciate the unbelieveable sacrifices they have made.

Do I go out of my way to assist a vet with their housing if they need it? Damn right I do. And anyone who doesnt like that can go pound sand.
Thank you. And if anyone doesnt like it, I will tell them where they can pound that sand!

Ill bet he didnt know how close he came. Not like he could run away. It would take him a month.

Like Chan said, they move so slow mold grows on em!!! :lol:

One of the only land creatures I know of that makes a snail look downright speedy.

One of the only land creatures I know of that makes a snail look downright speedy.

And you really have to see one in person to understand the smell.... its like they already died and are decomposing but forgot to stop moving! :devil:

And you really have to see one in person to understand the smell.... its like they already died and are decomposing but forgot to stop moving! :devil:

Really bad, huh. Fascinating animal.

Maybe they ARE decomposing!

:lol:

Great story

If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir :yessir:

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.

There aren't many who'll go that far out of their way to help a stranger, let alone a vet. I comend you for your efforts. It's guys like you who restore at least some of our faith in the rest of civilation. AND DON'T CALL ME SIR!!! I worked for a livin' .:cheers: Guess that's what makes me so uncomfortable about bein' in the OC :lmao:

And I dont blame them..... You guys deserved a hero's welcome...

My dad had mixed feelings when everyone came back from Desert Storm. I could see the conflict all over his face but the only thing he said was " They got it right this time " when he watched the Welcome Home stuff.

OK, now I got a war story wih an animal in it. Unfortunately this one met his maker. Does anyone here know what a pangolin or scaley ant eater is? Here's a pic.

http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff315/QuigsPlace/medium.jpg

Anyways, we were out scouting an area on foot and came across a tunnel. Knowing that the viet cong used these as ambush spots, among other things, we lobbed a grenade into the entrance. That poor pangolin was the only thing in there and he didn't survive it.

If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir :yessir:

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.

Nice Brother, Very Nice !!!!!!!

My dad had mixed feelings when everyone came back from Desert Storm. I could see the conflict all over his face but the only thing he said was " They got it right this time " when he watched the Welcome Home stuff.
And you shake your dad's hand for me and tell him I said thank you for his service. I know its about 30 years too late....

I'll do it.

Wasn't during combat but I gots a critter in the crosshairs story.

We were doing gunnery down at Ft Stewart GA when I was with the 3rd Inf Brigade. Second platoon had just rolled up for their turn at stationary fire. When the personnel targets popped up for coax fire, 3 white tail deer started running from one side of the range to the other. All 4 vehicles were taking turns popping coax at the deer as they passed by their lanes. Everybody missed except the last track but it wasn't coax that got it. The last track popped bambi with a 3 round Sabo burst. The deer evaporated on the range. The CO was sooo pissed he stopped the gunnery right there so he could scream at the TCs ( track commanders ) on the spot behind their Brads.

The same gunnery found the Battalion Commander firing coax over the main road as a school bus was taking the kids home, narrowly missing the bus. Then he got so flustered when the Post Commander demanded he come to his office to explain WHY his turret was pointed 180 degrees AWAY from the target, that he pushed his driver to speed right along in his Hummvee. The driver lost control and totaled the Hummer. So he also got explain why his Huimmer had to be carried back to Ft Benning on a flat bed wrecker and why his driver got multiple tickets.

If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir :yessir:

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.

Great work V.....

Cool story and heres to all that serve:yessir::yessir::yessir:

I'll do it.

Wasn't during combat but I gots a critter in the crosshairs story.

We were doing gunnery down at Ft Stewart GA when I was with the 3rd Inf Brigade. Second platoon had just rolled up for their turn at stationary fire. When the personnel targets popped up for coax fire, 3 white tail deer started running from one side of the range to the other. All 4 vehicles were taking turns popping coax at the deer as they passed by their lanes. Everybody missed except the last track but it wasn't coax that got it. The last track popped bambi with a 3 round Sabo burst. The deer evaporated on the range. The CO was sooo pissed he stopped the gunnery right there so he could scream at the TCs ( track commanders ) on the spot behind their Brads.

The same gunnery found the Battalion Commander firing coax over the main road as a school bus was taking the kids home, narrowly missing the bus. Then he got so flustered when the Post Commander demanded he come to his office to explain WHY his turret was pointed 180 degrees AWAY from the target, that he pushed his driver to speed right along in his Hummvee. The driver lost control and totaled the Hummer. So he also got explain why his Huimmer had to be carried back to Ft Benning on a flat bed wrecker and why his driver got multiple tickets.

Sabo's have that effect on living organisms.....

I wasted my share of whitetail at Ft. Hood. Deer must be really stupid to run onto a firing range when there are 20 people with semi-automatic weapons with 2 20 round clips!!!!!
"Pop up targets??? What pop up targets?? All I saw was a big ol buck run into my firing lane!!!" :machinegun:

And you really have to see one in person to understand the smell.... its like they already died and are decomposing but forgot to stop moving! :devil:

Awwww.....Glad that you didn't shoot him either....if his smell was that bad alive imagine what it would have been like dead.....

You and V are sooo cute.....

I want to thank you....For.....EVERYTHING! I wanted to serve but do to major surgery on my feet when I was 17-18 they wouldn't take me....:( My brother serves and carries on the family tradition....I couldn't be prouder of him and everyother SOILDER out there!

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Originally Posted by Varanus99
If it means anything at all Quig when I meet a vet I always shake their hand, say "Thank you" and call them "sir". Or "ma'am" as the case may be.

And that goes for you too, sir

Tell ya a story. Im a landlord, thats what I do. I have a Vietnam vet living in one of my buildings. Hes had a rough life, been through a lot. He has disabilities that effect not only his movement but brain damage as well. He saw heavy fire. He calls me "Joe" and I call him "Mr. Clark". I got him the apartment even though he has no credit, I got him Guaranteed Security from the government so he wouldnt have to come up with the cash himself. And I had the place furnished for him before he moved in because he didnt have any stuff. He was very grateful and he always tells me to just call him by his first name. And I say no, you're Mr. Clark. He asks me why. And I tell him because you've done more for me than I could ever do for you, sir.

Some of us get it.


I didn't know that.....you wonder why I am proud to be your women...and I don't think of you are the way you described yourself before....the dumbass that I drag around......You are truely a GEM! XO

I didn't know that.....

There's a lot of things you dont know about me.

:D

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onionboy

that's a cool story nors.
and a great follow up quigster.
nothin' like a good turd-rouser to get the blood flowin !
great work gents.
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The treatment we got over there was much better than the treatment we got when we came home. Some guys still hold seriously bad feelings over all that.

God Bless
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