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Originally posted by Tony Smith
Reminds me of a night around the campfire one night on one of our MV Club trips. One guy, who could talk the legs off a billiard table, had eveyone spellbound with his reminisces of Vietnam. The sights he would rather forget, the memories he would best repress, the hardships. We were rapt with every person taking in every word he said, until he got to the worst experience he endured, one that he had only recently confided to his PSTD counsellor. During his time in Vietnam, he coped fairly well except for a period of two gruelling weeks, 14 days of sheer hell when there was NO NEAPOLITAN ICE CREAM (  !), only Vanilla.
Of course, we all fell about laughing! Bloody Air Force!
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Tony..
I feel your friends pain...
It must have been brutal for the poor chap..
After a shortened tour of Sardinia,due to base closure(Another abuse by our Liberal polititions in Ottawa)...I was posted to Northern Quebec..just in time for the FLQ crisis in October of '70...
That was a great time..powers of search..seizure and arrest without cause or warrant(WE were under the War Measures Act at the time...)
And it wasn't all Quebeccers....only a handful...much as today...the few drive the truck...
THe Quebecers had at least a civilized ritual at Winter carnival in Feb.
Great loads of "Carr-ee-boo" was consumed out of hollow plastic walking canes.....an unholy mixture of 50/50 red wine and "Alcool",the legally purchaced 97% by volume grain alcohol....and again I suffered many a self inflicted wound in my pursuit of glory defending my country from terrorists in the wilds of Quebec...
Only caught one that was shooting at our radomes....especially because I happened to be inside the radome at the time...
I wasn't a happy camper..
Didn't know what it was at first until we notices little holes appearing in the fiberglaas radome..
Never hit the antenna ,but not from lack of trying..Another war story for my book...
The pain....
