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I remember Olongapo the Adult play ground for most of the younguns.
there was an other place just outside of Olongapo couple miles Bareo,
borillo, barnicle anyhoe it was somthin like that, anyhow some old salty
Chief retired and set up shop there (BAR) called something that had horse in it,
stallion bar white stallion or black been a long time and the name could be completly
wrong. ten bucks set ya up all night.
Oh yeah, Barrio Baretto -- i stayed a few times at the White Rock hotel on the beach there. I'm trying like hell to remember the bar name of a retired senior chief that had opened a bar there. Don't know if it's the same one but right, $10 was good for all night. One pool table, a dozen bar girls, and BBQ on the beach in back. Fantastic!
Edit: Island Girls? Island Bar? Something like that.
Man o man, the day after the night before was usually pretty painful. So had to start again.
Er, no. When I was in 1 Mar Div was at Pendelton (I lived at LOVELY Las Pulgas during my time in when I was stateside). 3rd Mar Div was the reserve division, and 2 Mar Div was in the East Coast.
Gunner15a
That was dad's last duty station before he retired. We lived in that beautiful seaside resort AKA San Onofre Housing...Ahhh such a beautiful view of the nuclear power plant. Surfing was pretty good at trussels though.
No actual military service myself, a bad back kept me out. I did my service through building and fixing boats, first for Electric Boat, then working on a head refit on the Lincoln. I might go back into the shipyard for a bit, if I get a reasonable offer.
Nothing but respect for the mil types here, though.
No actual military service myself, a bad back kept me out. I did my service through building and fixing boats, first for Electric Boat, then working on a head refit on the Lincoln. I might go back into the shipyard for a bit, if I get a reasonable offer.
Nothing but respect for the mil types here, though.
Nothing wrong with that. Each person has something they can give to an effort.
I am an Army Ranger, jumped out of planes and such. However, I would never make it in the Navy, just couldn't sleep well on a rocking ship, and do not like them small doors (Had to drag a Navy buddy to his billets when he was at Pearl, but that is another story).
There are many civilians that make the soldiers life better...Who makes the ammo? Who works in the shipyard at Bremerton? Where is the Kevlar produced?
There are people in this country that put us down, and are willing to spit in our faces...We just take it in stride, knowing that we defend the principles that America was founded on.
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God I remeber Olngapo, Bario especially the Buzzard Bar and Samari. It was hilarious the last time my dad and I spent time together because we were telling war stories about West Pac and my brothers got mad. It was real depressing when they shut down Subic but the world changes. I used to like going into Pusan and Chinhae. I got hurt and was layed up just befor we got to Pattaya the one and only time I was there.
I had a lot of friends down at Ingalls in Pascagula and we had common respect because it took us all doing our jobs to get it done and it takes a lot of skill to make a piece of steel float. The destroyer I took out of there in 79 was decomed 2005 and is being sold to Turkey.
Ha! A rolling ship makes me sleep like a baby. And on submarines it's even better cuz the oxygen generator makes just enough to sustain life, so we're always wanting to sleep! (At low points, butane lighters don't light.)
The Barrio! Texas Street! & Magsaysay! Which one of us is going to lie and say we could drink a beer from each bar, just on Magsaysay street even, in one night and still stand up. Comatose City!
In port, I lived with my hooker in a concrete corrugated tin roof shack that saved my **** many times. I'd have never made it back through the gate and onboard.
And the Hardhat Shore Patrol could be a real pain sometimes.
Yea, mine had a real apartment right down on Rizal past the circle. She'd make me get up , put me in a trike and get me to the gate so I'd always be on time with a clean set of pressed dungarees. I pulled shore patrol one time (got stuck out at RECSTA waiting for the ship to get back after returning from Emergency Leave), and for some odd reason never had to ever again. Guess it had to do with the guy's knee cap I shattered with a night stick. Drunk Marine took a swing at me with a beer bottle, he missed and I didn't.
Panama also used to loads of fun but that was a long walk from the other side of the canal especially when you're hung over and it's 1:00 in the afternoon.
This is something, so many of us served in the military. I don't usually make generalizations, though in daily life I notice how Ford owners, trucks in particular, have a "service to country" idealism, plus the salt-of-the-earth values of a good work ethic. that title.
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I never really thought of it that way until I read your post. I think you are on to something there...
I joined the Army in 1978 was originally in the Signal Corp and later was what is now a 31B (MP). I had intended to go for my 20 years and then retire...but was medically discharged in 1989 due to the results of a training accident.
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I never really thought of it that way until I read your post. I think you are on to something there...
I joined the Army in 1978 was originally in the Signal Corp and later was what is now a 31B (MP). I had intended to go for my 20 years and then retire...but was medically discharged in 1989 due to the results of a training accident.
Hi ground-pounder!
Sorry to hear of your med discharge, that injury will just get worse as you get older. "Train like you fight" is effective and necessary, unfortunately the accidents will happen. Hope they did the right thing by you.
This is something, so many of us served in the military. I don't usually make generalizations, though in daily life I notice how Ford owners, trucks in particular, have a "service to country" idealism, plus the salt-of-the-earth values of a good work ethic.
The Cowboy Spirit
A Cowboy is not a pair of jeans, boots nor a hat. He doesn’t necessarily ride a horse on the range. A Cowboy is a state of mind!
A Cowboy is man that only knows how to work hard. He works from the time he wakes until the time he sleeps…Sometimes he works in his sleep. He just knows what has to get done, and just works on it.
A Cowboy is a very sensitive person. They care about family, friends and people they don’t know…They just have a big heart. Sometimes this is not seen by others, because a Cowboy tries not to show feelings. However, even a Cowboy is not invincible. Sometimes we have to find a quiet spot to ourselves and just cry.
I wish everyone was a Cowboy…if they were; we would not need police or wars. I guess Cowboys just believe and wish!
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