MasterCaneman -> RE: Stuff you remember from your military days... (12/30/2013 7:34:04 AM)
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I was lucky, I guess. Since I was a redleg, we weren't expected to do much groundpounding, but every year we had to do at five miler as part of ARTEP (or maybe because our top was a sadist). The furthest I humped my 60 was ten miles and I bitched about that damn thing every step of the way. Another weird thing I remember was the guys in my unit all getting ladies nylons to to wear over our socks. We'd douse 'em in DEET to keep the ticks from going to town on our ankles when we were downrange. One pair would generally last a shooting season (May-October) before they crumbled to dust. Warming BA-30s under our arms to get a little more juice from them because they all seemed to be worn out, even fresh from the box is another fond memory. Always an eye-opener on a small-hours fire mission. Driving trucks through the desert using just cat-eyes while trying to not run over the gun guide and the indescribable joy of a fresh water buffalo coming in from the cantonment area. In the desert, that was better than sex or candy.
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