Recon Stories

[John0321]

As I strongly believe that Recon Marines are the dumbest/funniest people around, I thought that we should have a thread dedicated to the funny shit that we've seen and done. With the wealth of experience (assholes) that we've got around this place there's no reason this shouldn't be a classic. We know you've got 'em, so let's hear 'em.

[John0321]

So, we're in Thailand (as all good float stories start) and our youngest plt. member, ******, is at a bar talking to this tall Thai chick with a huge rack. I go in to investigate and quickly realize this is actually a tall tranny with a huge rack. ******, however is too drunk/oblivious to realize this, so we just sit back and laugh from afar. The night goes on and we lose track of **** as the usual Thailand wackiness ensues. We catch up with him the next a.m. and he looks PISSED! We're like "What happened with that hot chick, dude?" He says"I don't wanna talk about it." finally he tells us, he and "it" had been makeing out, went back to a hotel room and it was there that ****** realized "it" was a guy. He started screaming and busted the tranny in the face, then ran off. But the story doesn't end there, ****** had gotten a handjob from the tranny and got a bad case of ringworm on his dick. ****** wouldn't quit whacking off long enough for the topical cream to work, so he had it for about two months, and spread it to about half our platoon.

[Dutch8654]

We all got a boot Lt on his first float to take "one" home in Singapore. They are about a "dead ringer" there with beer goggles so it wasnt that hard. Anyways that guy turned into an SOB from then on. Total personality change that lasted from then on...like he went through some kind of life altering traumatic experience.:D Geez cant take a damn joke from the boys.

I will keep his name secret as hes probably at least a Col. now if he stayed in.

[John0321]

So we're doing CAS in Kuwait, using mortars and a SOFLAM as our marks. All the RTO's were taking turns, walking up to the safety vehicle, then down to the O.P. and talking on Tomcats. It gets dark, my turn comes up and I ask my TL (Ross) where they moved the OP to. "Just over that dune, and a couple hundred." Okey Dokey, I start walking. As we all know, dunes all lookalike, especially at night. I see what looks like a blue chemlite a ways off and start moving towards it. I then realize it's way too far off to be the OP or safety Hummer. Then the mortars start coming in, right by me (maybe 100yds at the most). So I turn on my strobe and start hauling ass away. Then I hear the planes coming in (You know that sound they make on a bombing run? Yeah, that one) And now I'm really moving so I've got mortars between me and my plt. and CAS the other way. So I decide to box it and try and go around. About 4 hrs. later I run up on the Hummer, and they're like WTF? They had launched a full SAR looking for me, the MEU Commander was on the radio and it was getting deep. Apparently the illum had gone off target, pushing me into range, and the pilots saw two sparkles....one from the SOFLAM, the other from my strobe, luckily another TL (Tready) didn't clear them hot. My Plt. Commander later said "I think we all learned alittle something here tonight, didn't we Corporal$$$$$? I said Yes sir. And what was that Cpl? "That combined arms can't stop me! He was pissed about that one. It's been 5years and I still hear about it.

[John0321]

RAT- There was a Corpsman in Okie the same time as you, who hooked up with an Air Force chick who had a fetish for oranges being thrown at her . Did you ever hear about that? If not, I'll share that one later.

[mccarthy]

Was that orange slinging Corpsman Jeff S? (Funny story, but the man is married now.) I didn't remember it being an Air Force chick though.

[MikeM]

Originally posted by Dutch8654
We all got a boot Lt on his first float to take "one" home in Singapore. They are about a "dead ringer" there with beer goggles so it wasnt that hard. Anyways that guy turned into an SOB from then on. Total personality change that lasted from then on...like he went through some kind of life altering traumatic experience.:D Geez cant take a damn joke from the boys.

I will keep his name secret as hes probably at least a Col. now if he stayed in.

Some guys just don't have a sense of humor...

[RAT]

Originally posted by John0321
RAT- There was a Corpsman in Okie the same time as you, who hooked up with an Air Force chick who had a fetish for oranges being thrown at her . Did you ever hear about that? If not, I'll share that one later.

DUDE you are on a roll....

Tell the story and I will put in other funny parts if need be....

RAT OUT!!!

[Dutch8654]

Tell the story before my imagination runs wild and I wont be able to live with myself.

[John0321]

So, Doc X talks up this Air Force gal and they head back to her place and bam, they start in tearing clothes off ect. etc. She strips off the rest of her clothes and takes off at a dead sprint to her bedroom, jumps on the bed, and gets on her hands and knees. So he's pretty pleased how the nights going, starts towards the bed and she says "Stop, I want you to throw those at me" he looks down and see's a crate full of oranges and is like oooookayyy and lobs one at her face. "No, throw it at my ass." Doc winds back and pitches one at her rear. "No, THROW it!" He lets one rip square on her cheeks. "Harder" So then he starts letting her have it, tossing these oranges as hard as he can at this gals ass, one right after the other, like a goddamn pitching machine at the batting cage. By the time he ran out he was covered in sweat and her thighs and butt were covered in orange sized welts. Panting, she says, "That's what I'm talking about" and they proceed to have sex....finally.

[John0321]

My favorite part was that he hit her in the face with the first orange.

[Boxcar]

WTF!?!? ROFLMAO!!!!!

[Dutch8654]

"That's what I'm talking about"

I always like to hear that:D

[Gryfen-FL]

WTF? Sounds to me like a sub who hasn't quite come out yet and needs the comfortable disembodyment of things being 'thown' at her instead of 'being hit'.

but i'm just a barraks shrink :D

[RAT]

HAHAHAHAHA I love that story.

What was funny was when we heard it the fisrt time.

Us: Doc, she wanted you to do what?????

Doc: I told you.. She wanted me to throw oranges at her.

Us: So did you throw at her.

Doc: Yes, I through it at her. I through it right at her face the 1st time.

Us: HAHAH BAAAWWWWWW LOFAO... We were crying... we asked Doc WHY IN THE WORLD did you throw the orange at her face? We you not trying to get laid?

Doc: I guess I was not thinking right then. Can you believe she wanted me to hit her in the ass with the oranges....

Us: Doc you through it at her face... We are really crying now from laughing so hard...

Doc: F*&K Ya'll

Us: (Someone in the group) Hey Doc!!! What did you do before you kissed her???? Throw the orange at her feet.

BAAWWWWW...

We road him about that...



I am still laughing about this.

John, I am with you "he hummed that orange at her head.... " HAHAHAHAHA


RAT OUT!!!

[cinder]

Dumb.

I got drunk on a roof-top bar in the keys with a team mate. We saw the Sheraton down the beach, towering higher yet (20 stories plus?) with two 2” inch ropes hanging off the roof all the way down to the roof of the single-story parking garage. They may have been for repairs of window washing but there were no other pieces of equipment around. Just two ropes.

We found our way over and up, through a janitor’s closet onto the roof and climbed down, no Swiss seats or anything. Just free hand. About half way down we started to hear sirens and see crowds developing with people screaming “don’t jump” (or “jump,” as the case may be) and other crazy shit.

We made it to the garage and out through the crowd before the cops could nab us. Back in the squad bay that night we watched ourselves on the evening news as the “dumb" "mysterious spider men.”

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[TerribleTed]

So how did one Marine with ringworm on his dick spread it to half the platoon????

[irish8654]

Never look at an Orange the same way again.. Now, Thats a no shit story

[SOTB]

While I was in Thailand (Pattaya Beach to be precise), I became smitten with a local gal who's mom owned one of the smaller bars. She was a pretty good-looking gal. I'll see if I can't scare up a photo of her and put it here.

Anyway, on my second to last weekend there, me and a buddy of mine got the great idea to rent some dirtbikes and tool around. And of course, with our gals on the back.

We drove up towards the big-assed Buddha on the hill overlooking Pattaya and as we came around a bend, my turning skills (or lack of them) at speed became apparent and instead of making the right-hand turn, I went kinda straight. But at least I didn't head-on into some car.

Instead, I ran straight off the road and into what appeared to have been an informal trashdump. We (the gal and I) hit a large pile of trash and I sorta stayed with the bike as it rose up, assfirst, and she went over me and into the dump in front of us. I somehow didn't break anything on me, even though the bike did a complete somersault. The trash and muddy puddles probably helped a bunch.

When I gathered my wits, I looked at the gal and she was covered in trash and mud. And she didn't seem happy. In fact, I no longer got anything off her the rest of the time I was there.

Oh, and it was a pain-in-the-ass to give the bike back with the broken turnsignals and speedometers....

[Dutch8654]

SOTB POSTED
"Pattaya Beach to be precise"

Precision would not be a word that I would say reflects my memories there. "Hung a right" and ended up on some bar watching kickboxing. Wound up late at night following some chick up into her treehouse and bangin her right through the thatch wall. Fed me some funky lookin fruit in the AM so I guess she "liked" me. Rinse, lather and repeat.

[SOTB]

Originally posted by Dutch8654
Fed me some funky lookin fruit in the AMI remember some wierd fruit that looked like it had hairs growing out of it. We called them gorilla balls....

[Dutch8654]

Originally posted by Southoftheborder
I remember some wierd fruit that looked like it had hairs growing out of it. We called them gorilla balls....

I wont admit to eating anything by that name sir:rolleyes: Funny the details one remembers from long long ago.

[Invisible J]

Red with hair growing out of it? Sure it wasn't a genital wart fallen off a Pattaya whore? :D

[doitforjonny]

how this happened i dont know but......
we finally got overnight libbo chits, pattaya by the way, and were enjoying the morning after in somebodies room when someone decided they would get all the girls naked by demonstrating. somehow it became a group thing.....plt sgt walks in and sees most of his plt butt ass naked sipping bin tangs in the morning sunlightwith all the girls clothed ..... dunno maybe it was cuz we were aleady minus one guys door and he had already caught one boot giving a whore flowers....of course when we heard said guy had been snuggling on top of that with the girl...sheesh it was a hop skip and a jump to needle him into admitting he went down on her....eeeewwwwww yuck mouth....so he abstained from the revelry...dunno gues he must been a homophobe or something...
but then i dont have room to talk cuz i lost a bidding war on my pick of the night and ended up in the boileroom on the roof with a fat chick whose sole redeeming quality was that she spoke english....one of those ones where you see her in the light look in the mirror at yourself and in really dramatic overtones think to yourself what have i done.....?

[John0321]

There's always one guy who falls in love with the Thai "college student" (Bangkok U?) and spends their libo making out with her on the beach, watching the sun go down, and buying her dinner. Then ther's the rest of us trying to haggle the hotel "maid" for a $3.00 handjob before the boat leaves.
BTW-I've got a few great ones, but I'm not sure how graphic we can get here.

[RAT]

John,

This is a big boys board. Graphic as you wanna be. We just do not put pic's out in the open because people at work that pull up and can get nailed if there is a bunch of tits showing.

RAT OUT!!!

[John0321]

Sweet, here we go. So &&&&&, (who had several pumps out of Okie under his belt) found himself (suprise suprise) in Thailand. During his numerous deployments, he had built a relationship with a local whore. Whenever he pulled in, they'd hang out, screw, drink, etc. Almost at a girlfriend type level. So he meets her, they get drunk, head back to the hotel, and pass out. While she's passed out, he decides this is the perfect time to try and shit in her mouth. So he's squating down over her open, snoring mouth, trying to get some good sight alignment/sight picture.....and she wakes up. She sees this turtlehead poking out, right over her face and she leans up, and bites him right in the choad, takes a piece out of him right below the sack. He turns around and BAM!! clocks her straight in the mouth, knocking out her two front teeth. But this bitch is a Thai whore, so she ain't goin' out that easy. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a sharpened screwdriver and sticks it right in his side (later requiring 7 stiches and a great explaination to the corpsman) He proceeds to choke her, they fight, pass out, screw and he wakes up a few hours later with blood-soaked sheets stuck to his side and choad and a long walk back to the ship.

[Dutch8654]

Ok you stirred up some old fuzzy memories.

Yeah you gotta watch yourself when you piss them gals off. A guy from my HS killed one in OKI and got hammered.

On a more personal note I remember getting into a bind on one of my first visits to Subic Bay. It was back when they had martial law and armed soldies were in all the bars and there was a midnight curfew. This required you get all the "legwork" done well in advance of midnight. If not you could hide in the sidestreets until dawn and take your chances with the gangs of locals with mastery of butterfly knives wanting your money.

Apparently in my haste to get drunk and find a chick in a few hours...well I got too drunk. Made it back to her house but passed out. I woke up in a strange house, the sun was higher than I knew it should be for me to make it back in time and all my stuff was missing. Wallet, clothes,watch.... everything.

Being a LCpl, second award, I knew I didnt want Capt Mass especially this early in the deployment because Australia was around the bend. So I started wondering around the building with a sheet around me to see what was going on. It readily became apparent that everyone around knew what was going on but me. I was getting nowhere with these people and I knew I was running out of time.

So I ran into one girl who maybe was the one I arrived with and grabbed her and told her I wanted my stuff back. All hell broke loose and the Tagalog and screaming made me even more desparate as I was sure the local loose militia would be arriving shortly. The standoff ended with me getting my pants and wallet back..no money, no watch, no shoes(like they could wear 12s) but my ID thank god. I "negotiated" to have my safe transport back, one of those sidecar things, paid for and squeezed into some kids T-shirt. I was off and made it back without serious consequences.;)

[SOTB]

My first trip to the PI was courtesy of Sgt. Taulbee. Somehow he decided that Amos D., Jimmy H. and myself were going to be bestowed with the honor of accompanying him to JEST at Subic Bay (translation = 7 day trip to the PI for 36 hours of trg).

Who was I to argue?

I still remember most of it.

The first LBFM I got hooked up with (and in my youthful exuberance -- the ONLY gal of that trip/translation = dumbass). The firetraps T-Shirt shops right across the Shit River bridge (which they later finally bulldozed down). The kids who would dive for pesos in Shit River and the Shit River Queens dressed in such pretty dresses (and whom I also admittedly knocked several into the drink with well-aimed pesos -- NO, I would NOT have done that NOW with more age and wisdom).

I also remember the "training". The stroll through the "jungle" (years later, I still used the drinking from the cut vine and lower layers of bamboo where the water had been thoroughly filtered), the "perfect" rice-cooking method of making it in the trunk of a bamboo stalk, Amos, Jimmy and myself chasing down and killing this 3-legged pig (and then cooking it later), eating boiled eel, etc.

The part I wished I remembered more clearly is that where Sgt. Taulbee ( I still can't call him anything but that) rode the asses of the Navy officers who were also going through the class. I can only remember that he ordered us to not associate with those "Fat-Asses". I know that if I could remember more of it, they would be some pretty good stories.

I do remember vaguely where, once the course was finished, we were boarding the bus for the ride back to base (and my head hurt since Amos had kicked me in the head and busted my eardrum while we were horsing around in a pretty deep part of a stream). As we were about to get on the bus, a Navy officer moved to the front of the line (damned if I know why). Sgt. Taulbee moved immediately and physically placed himself between the officer and the door to the bus and LOUDLY proclaimed that no FAT-ASS Navy officer was going to board the bus ahead of HIS Marines. Again, I was a PFC with less time-in than most people spend on the crapper during one sitting. I cringed while waiting for the immediate ordering of an assembly of a firing squad for this open disdain for rank. None came. The officer meekly went to the rear of the line and we boarded -- in awe of our Plt Sgt.

I'm not going to get into a debate about the importance of discipline, rank structure, inter-service rivalry, etc. But I thought this was a pretty cool memory of my first time in the PI....

[Dutch8654]

Originally posted by Southoftheborder
My first trip to the PI was courtesy of Sgt. Taulbee. Somehow he decided that Amos D., Jimmy H. and myself were going to be bestowed with the honor of accompanying him to JEST at Subic Bay (translation = 7 day trip to the PI for 36 hours of trg).

Who was I to argue?

I still remember most of it.

The first LBFM I got hooked up with (and in my youthful exuberance -- the ONLY gal of that trip/translation = dumbass). The firetraps T-Shirt shops right across the Shit River bridge (which they later finally bulldozed down). The kids who would dive for pesos in Shit River and the Shit River Queens dressed in such pretty dresses (and whom I also admittedly knocked several into the drink with well-aimed pesos -- NO, I would NOT have done that NOW with more age and wisdom).

I also remember the "training". The stroll through the "jungle" (years later, I still used the drinking from the cut vine and lower layers of bamboo where the water had been thoroughly filtered), the "perfect" rice-cooking method of making it in the trunk of a bamboo stalk, Amos, Jimmy and myself chasing down and killing this 3-legged pig (and then cooking it later), eating boiled eel, etc.

The part I wished I remembered more clearly is that where Sgt. Taulbee ( I still can't call him anything but that) rode the asses of the Navy officers who were also going through the class. I can only remember that he ordered us to not associate with those "Fat-Asses". I know that if I could remember more of it, they would be some pretty good stories.

I do remember vaguely where, once the course was finished, we were boarding the bus for the ride back to base (and my head hurt since Amos had kicked me in the head and busted my eardrum while we were horsing around in a pretty deep part of a stream). As we were about to get on the bus, a Navy officer moved to the front of the line (damned if I know why). Sgt. Taulbee moved immediately and physically placed himself between the officer and the door to the bus and LOUDLY proclaimed that no FAT-ASS Navy officer was going to board the bus ahead of HIS Marines. Again, I was a PFC with less time-in than most people spend on the crapper during one sitting. I cringed while waiting for the immediate ordering of an assembly of a firing squad for this open disdain for rank. None came. The officer meekly went to the rear of the line and we boarded -- in awe of our Plt Sgt.

I'm not going to get into a debate about the importance of discipline, rank structure, inter-service rivalry, etc. But I thought this was a pretty cool memory of my first time in the PI....

Probably its best to keep some of the memories of our youth foggy for many reasons. I too took the bunny o sorry jungle trail with our little Negrito friends. Sounds like they hooked your class up with a lame pig. All I can remember is how to divide a little geckos tail four ways:D Got to the NGF school too to buy me a few more days of the insanity.

[cinder]

La Yarona, Getting robbed with an LBFM, Thief on a Trike:

Okay, so there I was, on the beach, a klick or two down from were I’d bayonetted a stinky floater a day or two before (another story). We were there for some live fire and we had a Flip Marine along for plausible deniability should anything happen to some local NPA. Well this guy (who shall remain nameless) was quite the character. He was the son of an Olongapo MetroDisCom PC and a drinker. He was also a good shot and somewhat superstitious.

Tired of C-rats, somebody bitched and a three round burst went right up into some cocoa nuts, three of which fell to the ground. We just kind of looked at him like “okaaaaaay?” In any event it provided some welcome change.

That night we all crashed out leaving him on guard duty. About zero dark thirty I got up to piss and was standing off in the jungle looking across a little swampy area toward a hillside. I shit you not, but I saw this eerie, bright white aura of a figure, a woman in flowing gowns and long hair floating over the water. Having grown up working in the beat fields with Mexicans I knew this to be la Yarona, a spirit witch drowns little kids. I wasn’t afraid because, well, I don’t know why but I wasn’t. However, my Flip Marine friend saw her about the same time, freaked out and started hosing down the countryside.

Everybody jumped out of their poncho liners and started taking up positions. When his mag ran empty he dropped his weapon and started running toward the ocean. One of our people tackled him and everyone started holding him down asking WTF,O? He was screaming and pointing and saying some shit about a ghost. I piped up and said it was la Yarona and explained the story. Turns out 400 years of Spanish rule taught some of this shit to the Flips too because he was saying the same thing. He was also very relieved that I backed his story and he kind of glommed onto me after that.

Pan forward. There I was, sleeping soundly with my woman in town a couple of weeks later. Passed out drunk, I did not notice her brother sneak into the room and steal my pants, belt, wallet and etc. So I wake up, pissed, naturally. The woman claims no knowledge at first. I’m going to be UA if I don’t get back to MAU Camp so we search from some cloths. All she comes up with is a pair of very bright, hot pink, sequined, shiny pants that fit HER. I struggled into those bastards best I could and started back for base. I expected hell at the gate but you know what, they didn’t even crack a smile and just waived me through. It then occurred to me those gate guards saw so much crap that I probably looked normal. After reading your story, above, they must see it all the time.

Back to camp, laughs all around, change my cloths and get sent to talk to the AFPs. They gather up some PCs and we all go to the house, roust the chick and “convince” her to speak up. She found my belt and now-empty wallet and said her brother took them. The pants were gone for good, and as Levi’s, they had real value. I was told I’d never see them again. When I was asked if I wanted to press charges I noticed my Flip Marine friend over in the corner silently shaking his head “no”. Thus, I declined.

He told me to meet him later at a certain t-shirt shop, which I did. He gave me a butterfly knife and said let’s go for a walk. We went down the left side of Magsaysay toward the end by that big statue. On the right there was a side street with about twenty trikes all lined up and all the owners standing around bullshitting. My friend pointed to one dude sitting on his bike and said that’s him, go get your money.

My friend went back down the main drag a little, crossed the street and came up on the corner just out of sight of the trikes and waited. I went the other way, crossed the street, went down a block and came up behind the trikes. I walked up behind the thief and, rather than get in the side car, I got on the bike right behind him and put the knife to his throat, pulling his hair back like I was fixing to scalp him. About then all, and I mean ALL of those other drivers whipped out their various weaponry and immediately surrounded the thief and me. I was praying to Smedley that my friend was not going to leave me hanging but I was saddled up now and it was to late to bail. I told that fuck to give me all his money or I’d kill him. He reached down for his trike bag and handed me the money, then he asked me how I was going to get out of this one.

My friend, in full flip Marine uniform and CAR 15 in his elbow stepped around the corner off Magasaysay. He said “hey” and then sent another one of his little bursts up into the sky. I’ve never seen such a bunch of guys move so fast. (I’d heard later that on the pecking order, from SP to AFP to PC to flip Army, the flip Marines were on top of the pile and notorious for making people disappear.)

Anyway, I dismounted and walked over and past my friend and down the street. He turned and followed. I told him “I guess I’ll never be able to leave base again, eh?” to which he responded quite the contrary. He said I was marked all right, but marked good and no one would be fucking with me any more except SPs and AFPs. I’d never really had any problems with the Filipino law before but it was nice to know the others would steer clear also. After a few times out partying in town with him, the message became even clearer.

I ended up dating, and almost married his sister, a cherry girl and wonderful women. We actually had to have a chaperone wherever we went (but that’s another story).

I could go on and on.

Semper Fi. And Semper Fi to the Filipino Marines, too.

[SOTB]

Originally posted by Dutch8654
I too took the bunny o sorry jungle trail with our little Negrito friends.Yeah. Hard-core it was not. There were a couple of pretty cool things I picked up and still use, to some extent (when I wander off-the-beaten-path).Originally posted by Dutch8654
Sounds like they hooked your class up with a lame pig.Damned straight. It was funny as hell listening to Amos swear how this 3-legged animal had "accidently" wandered into our river where we just "happened" to have most of the class there searching for eels.Originally posted by Dutch8654
Got to the NGF school too to buy me a few more days of the insanity. I got to go back several more times. A few months later as part of a recon battalion deployment (Tinian and PI float), which also included pre-SCUBA. Some other trip that I can't remember. Also, almost 30-days of leave. And finally a 60-day recon battallion deployment which ended 6 days before I ended my tour on the rock (2 years).

There is NO other place on the planet like Olongapo was....

[SOTB]

I'm on a roll now....

There are those of you that know of "Sweet Whille-T".

I knew him as my ATL, TL, and sort of Assistant Plt Sgt.

So Whille-T is in Angeles City on leave while we are there for my last deployment. He's hanging out at the bar of an ex-SF dude.

Whille-T is his incredibly social self (read severe sarcasm :D) and is apparently grating on the nerves of some of the locals.

One evening, he is in the bar and this little Flip-dude comes in and smacks T in the face, raking his nails/fingers down T's face. He then hauls ass out of the bar.

Whillie, does not recognize the tell-tale signs of an impending ambush and goes running out of the bar after him. Where upon he finds himself with no backup and a wooden chicken skewer stuck into his right side, through his liver. As Whillie put it, there was no badass fighting. He just dropped like a bag of shit.

The ex-SF dude and some others get T to the AF base hospital and they patch him up. I remember stopping by the hospital room and seeing these big-assed metal staples they used to close him up.

Anyway, to end the story on a short-note, it is "rumored" that said swordsman with the chicken skewer wound up missing his arm. Who can say? All types of shit happens in the PI....

[Dutch8654]

SOTB POSTED

There is NO other place on the planet like Olongapo was....

nope. Cant believe some made it out alive. I doubt I could have survived 30 days leave there at 18 or 19 yrs of age.

[Dutch8654]

Cinder Wrote

" I shit you not, but I saw this eerie, bright white aura of a figure, a woman in flowing gowns and long hair floating over the water"

Dont try and fool us. We KNOW what you were doing up late while the rest were asleep. And, we KNOW why you saw what you think you saw.;)

[cinder]

[i]Originally posted by Dutch8654 Dont try and fool us. We KNOW what you were doing up late while the rest were asleep. And, we KNOW why you saw what you think you saw.;) [/B]

I don't know about deadly but I was swift and silent; The only guy who could switch hands and gain a stroke.

[Dutch8654]

Originally posted by cinder
I don't know about deadly but I was swift and silent; The only guy who could switch hands and gain a stroke.

Damn man so sorry...I was not trying to get you to admit that to the whole world.;)

[RAT]

Originally posted by Southoftheborder quote:
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Originally posted by Dutch8654
I too took the bunny o sorry jungle trail with our little Negrito friends.
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Yeah. Hard-core it was not. There were a couple of pretty cool things I picked up and still use, to some extent (when I wander off-the-beaten-path).

That could be misinterpreted so many ways. :D


Originally posted by Southoftheborder
There is NO other place on the planet like Olongapo was....

Dude,

You are so very right.

[RAT]

Well my young buck .02...

Everyone remember Mean Gene the Dancing Machine. He was always out side the club ROCKTRACS on the left as you were going out the gate. Across the from the monkey meat stands.

Anyway, Recon Hawaii(Scotty W) just gets to us at Bco 3rd Bn. Doc Bravo (Doc E) has this little huck girl friend at Metallica (One of the new bars after Mt. Pinatubo) Doc is all about this chick. He is holding hands and telling everyone how much he is digging her.

ReconHawaii gets his libo chit. Wad dog, Birnbach, Dean, Keopp, (Stress Ted) Sudmeyer, and myself all head out in town.

We should have known it was going to be a bad night when Stress Ted learned how to spit 151 Rum out of his mouth like a flame thrower. We were at Johnny O's Stress Ted has 4 red horses so he is felling no pain. He looks at me and yells. Autenxxx
watch this shit. I see Stress Ted do the shot. I grabbed Dean, Dean grabs Birnbach, Birnbach grabs Wad dog, Wad dog grabs ReconHawaii... Keopp runs out of the way. We all move and here comes the flame. I have to say it was a big fucking flame. I was impressed.

We all are laughing our asses off. The place is still dark but we see flames still... We all turn and look and the poor squid is on fire. So like good Marines we where, we through our drinks on the squid to help put him out. Wrong move. We all were drinking 151 and Mekong whiskey so the guy went up in a bigger flame. We got the guy out the ambulance came and brought him back to base. We never did find out if the dude was OK. It did not show up on the blotter so we did not say anything. (We wanted to make sure that nothing would hamper our libo.)

Someone thought it would be a good idea to get the hell out of Johnny O's so we head down to Metallica's. At Metallica's we all were laughing about what had gone down a few min earlier. Drinking commenced and I got frisky so a few of us took off. ReconHawaii decided to say at Metallica's with Wad dog. ReconHawaii was digging on this chick. Jane. Wad dog just liked the music and getting trashed there.

The next morning, we met the libo bus and did our usual link up before we headed up to upper MAU/MEF. The head count went well. Everyone was there.

We went to formation. Since ReconHawaii was the new guy someone asked Hey Scotty W. (ReconHawaii) how it went with Jane. ReconHawaii: "It did not go worth a shit. She got all pissed off at me. So I took her best friend home and nailed her like a good Marine." Someone then said "Mary Lou?" ReconHawaii said "Ya, I nailed her all night long." We all were crying laughing so hard. Boc Bravo turns red and walks back into the hut slamming shit. ReconHawaii asks why is he pissed? Someone yelled real loud. That was the huck that Doc was all in LOVE with.

HAHAHAHAHAH

So much for them being faithful....


Oh I miss those days. HAHAHA

RAT OUT!!!

[Dutch8654]

Originally posted by RAT
Well my young buck .02...

Everyone remember Mean Gene the Dancing Machine. He was always out side the club ROCKTRACS on the left as you were going out the gate. Across the from the monkey meat stands.

Anyway, Recon Hawaii(Scotty W) just gets to us at Bco 3rd Bn. Doc Bravo (Doc E) has this little huck girl friend at Metallica (One of the new bars after Mt. Pinatubo) Doc is all about this chick. He is holding hands and telling everyone how much he is digging her.

ReconHawaii gets his libo chit. Wad dog, Birnbach, Dean, Keopp, (Stress Ted) Sudmeyer, and myself all head out in town.

We should have known it was going to be a bad night when Stress Ted learned how to spit 151 Rum out of his mouth like a flame thrower. We were at Johnny O's Stress Ted has 4 red horses so he is felling no pain. He looks at me and yells. Autenxxx
watch this shit. I see Stress Ted do the shot. I grabbed Dean, Dean grabs Birnbach, Birnbach grabs Wad dog, Wad dog grabs ReconHawaii... Keopp runs out of the way. We all move and here comes the flame. I have to say it was a big fucking flame. I was impressed.

We all are laughing our asses off. The place is still dark but we see flames still... We all turn and look and the poor squid is on fire. So like good Marines we where, we through our drinks on the squid to help put him out. Wrong move. We all were drinking 151 and Mekong whiskey so the guy went up in a bigger flame. We got the guy out the ambulance came and brought him back to base. We never did find out if the dude was OK. It did not show up on the blotter so we did not say anything. (We wanted to make sure that nothing would hamper our libo.)

Someone thought it would be a good idea to get the hell out of Johnny O's so we head down to Metallica's. At Metallica's we all were laughing about what had gone down a few min earlier. Drinking commenced and I got frisky so a few of us took off. ReconHawaii decided to say at Metallica's with Wad dog. ReconHawaii was digging on this chick. Jane. Wad dog just liked the music and getting trashed there.

The next morning, we met the libo bus and did our usual link up before we headed up to upper MAU/MEF. The head count went well. Everyone was there.

We went to formation. Since ReconHawaii was the new guy someone asked Hey Scotty W. (ReconHawaii) how it went with Jane. ReconHawaii: "It did not go worth a shit. She got all pissed off at me. So I took her best friend home and nailed her like a good Marine." Someone then said "Mary Lou?" ReconHawaii said "Ya, I nailed her all night long." We all were crying laughing so hard. Boc Bravo turns red and walks back into the hut slamming shit. ReconHawaii asks why is he pissed? Someone yelled real loud. That was the huck that Doc was all in LOVE with.

HAHAHAHAHAH

So much for them being faithful....


Oh I miss those days. HAHAHA

RAT OUT!!!

Damn Rat your making me feel old again as I cant remember things in that much detail. And you really threw me as I thought the end of the story was going to be a platoon "bore check".:D

[RAT]

Originally posted by Dutch8654
Damn Rat your making me feel old again as I cant remember things in that much detail. And you really threw me as I thought the end of the story was going to be a platoon "bore check".:D

You aint that old.

As for the bore check... Only did that once. Scared the hell out of me so I always went double wrapped. ;)

Hell they were free.. HAHAHA

RAT OUT!!!

[SOTB]

Originally posted by RAT
As for the bore check... Only did that once. Scared the hell out of me so I always went double wrapped....No shit. Woke up one morning in Korea (while there for Team Spunk 82), and it flat-out SUCKED to take a wizz. The docs (who at the time, I had not realized the importance of ensuring you were buddies with), glorified in giving me the odds of my wang turning black and falling off. No "bore punch" but yes to a cotton swab for extracting a specimen. They claimed that worse cases would entail the bore punch and went into detail the method of insertion and how the idea was to pull it back out, scraping and dragging all of that infection with it. :confused: :eek:

Anyway, 4 tablets of tetracyline later and I was happy.

NSU, the wussiest of the clap. Yeah baby!

[RAT]

Originally posted by Southoftheborder
4 tablets of tetracyline later and I was happy.

I got the shot right in the meaty part of my big ass.

I could not run or sit for 3 days. Oh how I remember it..


RAT OUT!!!

[SOTB]

Originally posted by RAT
I got the shot right in the meaty part of my big ass.So that was just about anywhere below the waist, right?:D

[cinder]

Originally posted by Dutch8654
Damn man so sorry...I was not trying to get you to admit that to the whole world.;)

Don’t worry about it. No big deal. I used to do it professionally for the west pac widows clubs at Pearl and the wave bachelorette parties.

[Dutch8654]

We had this bodybuilder type in our platoon. He was a loud mouth New Yorker as I remember. Well I got shitfaced and ended up with him somewhere on Schofield Barracks. It was our graduation party after Air Assault school. It was late at night and 4 MPs surrounded us. He says we can take them and haul ass out the gate and get out of this. I thought we probably could too and sure as hell could out run them if need be. Well the MPs had the sticks drawn and closed the circle and the big bad ass goes to his knees and watches them basically beat my dumb drunk ass. I swore I would get the last word with him.

Fast forward to right before we deployed. Me and the same guy and a few others had some army chicks at the rappel tower on a weekend. Me and big boy were showing off to the girls doing the old slack australian free fall trick. It rapidly became a chicken contest between the two of us and I had just pulled off one that I knew was the limit, at least for me.Well hot shot adds another pull of slack to mine and makes the leap....yep he burned in. Broke his arm, non-deployable.Didn't have to listen to his loud mouth for 6 months.

[American Horse]

We just got back to our home unit from Iraq. So of course we had to set up a few Op's at a couple of bars throughout the night. Well we were comprimised right away and others as well as myself got pretty wasted off only 6 dollars cause everywhere we went they were on the house. We were at our last halt which happaned to be a kareoke bar. Garth brooks is lucky I can't be drunk all the time or I would probably have his job. Anyway there was this little filly maken her rounds throuhg all the boys like a buffet line. It was like a damn whore house.(But we were free) She ended up going home with CPL. *****. As they walked into the hotel room and his roomate was already passed out on the other bed. She seen him there and said no we aint doin nothen here. Cpl ***** said "" No it's ok he already asleep." But she wouldn't go for it so they went downstairs to two other guys room. Cpl***** was thinking where he could take this little filly to stir up her guts. All of a sudden he looked over and one of the other guys was all up in his cool-aid. He was pretty pissed cause he thought he was getting cockblocked but he stood back for a second to listen and realized that getting cock blocked wasn't the case. Instead the OTHER GUY was making it a party. So Cpl***** and CPL %%%%% are ready to make this little gal into a CHINESE FINGER TRAP when she realzed there was another person in the room. In bed and SLEEPING of course. After a little persuasion she forgot about the 4th hard charger and was getting it in both ends. But here is the kicker. The first words out of here mouth before they made another Eiffel Tower out of her was, "I JUST WANT TO BE RESPECTED IN THE MOURNING." Well she was respected enough to get her clothes and car keys as the door was slammed in her face. It was a good night but it took one more bar off our "To Go To" list. (Fucken Reservists)