Sgt. Mike Viet Nam Humor

I got to watch a U-2 land and take off at Bien Hoa. What an operation that was, seeing an M-880 running down the runway with the wing tip landing gear in the bed of that pick-up. I would have snapped a picture but I didn't want to be shot by the AP's.
When we on our way out of Thailand in late (DEC.) of 1972, our 141 had a stop at Utapao AFB in southern Thailand. We were herded into the terminal by the AP's and the curtains were closed. I peeked out the curtain by me. I saw some hanger doors open and a large black bird taxi out and onto the runway and took off. A couple of hours later the same evolution except the bird landed and taxied into the hanger. Had never seen one like it before. The next summer the U.S. touted it as the fastest bird in the world when they unveiled it to the world. It was the SR-71 Black Bird.
 
When we on our way out of Thailand in late (DEC.) of 1972, our 141 had a stop at Utapao AFB in southern Thailand. We were herded into the terminal by the AP's and the curtains were closed. I peeked out the curtain by me. I saw some hanger doors open and a large black bird taxi out and onto the runway and took off. A couple of hours later the same evolution except the bird landed and taxied into the hanger. Had never seen one like it before. The next summer the U.S. touted it as the fastest bird in the world when they unveiled it to the world. It was the SR-71 Black Bird.
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I got to watch a U-2 land and take off at Bien Hoa. What an operation that was, seeing an M-880 running down the runway with the wing tip landing gear in the bed of that pick-up. I would have snapped a picture but I didn't want to be shot by the AP's.
In late 1967 I was sent to the second session of the ECM (electronic counter measures) school at Cubi Point, P.I. One morning I was headed to class and was going by the airfield. I saw a U-2 being pulled out to the runway and saw it take off. I was lucky enough to see one land. The plane came to a stop and a tug went out and connected to the towing point and pulled the plane into the hangar. It was some site. The canopy stayed closed the whole time.
Oh the fun we had.
 
anyone remember, or ever get to meet, a photojournalist named George Stewart, who published "What's so funny about Vietnam?"

He also published some amazing Pacific/Asian prints...
Bought the book "What's So Funny About Vietnam?" Will start using it as a source of material for this thread.

AJ
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We sure did have some big and aggressive rats in RVN! Just wish we would have had nurses like that!!!!
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We were relieving another squadron on guard duty and when I got to the bunker someone said we had visitor every night around 0100. The bunker was on the edge of a swamp. So I stayed awake and waited. Around 0100 one of the guys opened his C-rats and got the crackers out. Then we saw it, a shadowy figure in the swamp. It looked like a medium sized dog. The guy throws a cracker out and the "dog" gets closer. Just then I realized it was no dog but a very large rat. Its tail was about 2 ft long. It was big and round. We continued the feeding of the rat every night. The folks who replaced us decided the rat had to go and bludgeoned it to death.
Oh the fun we had.
 
We were relieving another squadron on guard duty and when I got to the bunker someone said we had visitor every night around 0100. The bunker was on the edge of a swamp. So I stayed awake and waited. Around 0100 one of the guys opened his C-rats and got the crackers out. Then we saw it, a shadowy figure in the swamp. It looked like a medium sized dog. The guy throws a cracker out and the "dog" gets closer. Just then I realized it was no dog but a very large rat. Its tail was about 2 ft long. It was big and round. We continued the feeding of the rat every night. The folks who replaced us decided the rat had to go and bludgeoned it to death.
Oh the fun we had.
Had sort of the same experience when on Guard Duty at Da Nang. Was eating Midrats on post one night. Had the tray on my lap. A piece of bread fell off the tray, so I reached down and put it back on the tray and continued eating. It happened again with the same result from me. The third time it happened I reached down and felt fur! I came unglued, pulled out my .45 and chambered a round. The other Marine on post with me went nuts as he did not understand what was going on until I told him. I spent the rest of the night with a round in the chamber looking for that darned rat!!
 
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