Lexion
02-26-2008, 06:52 PM
This was posted on ATS, but I
appreciate new input.
It's how I was introduced into
The Iran/Contra Affair that was
starting to wind down in Nicaragua
in early '87.
I realise that I've left a lot of detail
out, but that's how I write. Like I
think. To the point.
If you read this and like it, and are
still an ATS member, please do a
search and read some of my stuff.
If you are no longer a member, let
me know if you'd like to see what
I've written.
Ok....>deep breath< here we go....
Going Home
Basic training. No prob.
AIT, aced it.
Now, I'm a full-fleged Tank Turret Mechanic.
Jesus, these Army guys are stupid.
Never even held a screw-driver before
their training.
And, I'm gonna fix tanks. Right.
Pretty cool, I'm going to my base on a C-130.
God, I love flying !
Not sure why I have a full ruck, duffle and
an M-16. I kinda thought we were going to
Ft. Polk.
Jesus, long-ass flight. I awoke to a cargo drop.
Rather impressive, and a great view.
Green light on, landing soon.
I'm given 3 full clips, live.
Two more boxes of rounds.
Ok, what gives ?
We land hot. Never ran so fast. Concrete shattered
makes some odd noises.
Some dump that used to be airport. (I think)
This Major walks up. I go to Attention and salute.
"At ease, son. You're going with Sgt. Smith. "
Ok. Great war-game. I'll play along.
Some guy yells "INCOMING !".
I hear this unreal whistle.
About a third of the building becomes rubble.
I lock and load.
Fear. Odd concept.
Fear breeds this strange thing in a person.
The will to live.
After a few hours of fun, I roll into the back
of a deuce. I look at the same Major.
I ask, where the F*** am I ??
He smiles, sadly.
Home.
Son, you are home.
Regards,
Lex
appreciate new input.
It's how I was introduced into
The Iran/Contra Affair that was
starting to wind down in Nicaragua
in early '87.
I realise that I've left a lot of detail
out, but that's how I write. Like I
think. To the point.
If you read this and like it, and are
still an ATS member, please do a
search and read some of my stuff.
If you are no longer a member, let
me know if you'd like to see what
I've written.
Ok....>deep breath< here we go....
Going Home
Basic training. No prob.
AIT, aced it.
Now, I'm a full-fleged Tank Turret Mechanic.
Jesus, these Army guys are stupid.
Never even held a screw-driver before
their training.
And, I'm gonna fix tanks. Right.
Pretty cool, I'm going to my base on a C-130.
God, I love flying !
Not sure why I have a full ruck, duffle and
an M-16. I kinda thought we were going to
Ft. Polk.
Jesus, long-ass flight. I awoke to a cargo drop.
Rather impressive, and a great view.
Green light on, landing soon.
I'm given 3 full clips, live.
Two more boxes of rounds.
Ok, what gives ?
We land hot. Never ran so fast. Concrete shattered
makes some odd noises.
Some dump that used to be airport. (I think)
This Major walks up. I go to Attention and salute.
"At ease, son. You're going with Sgt. Smith. "
Ok. Great war-game. I'll play along.
Some guy yells "INCOMING !".
I hear this unreal whistle.
About a third of the building becomes rubble.
I lock and load.
Fear. Odd concept.
Fear breeds this strange thing in a person.
The will to live.
After a few hours of fun, I roll into the back
of a deuce. I look at the same Major.
I ask, where the F*** am I ??
He smiles, sadly.
Home.
Son, you are home.
Regards,
Lex