Great thread, very sorry to hear about your wife. Did you ever partake in the July 14 parade on the champs élysées?
Second, when you returned from service and back to civ life, how did friends or others behave around you? Did friend behave as if you were out of town for a while and you were same old SC or was it a more reserved and cautious. Did it change each time, especially related to public opinion of Vietnam? What would you have preferred? When our buddy came back from Iraq he was struggling with PTSD (obvious in hindsight)but we didn't treat him different (shit talking, fucking with, general dude shenanigans, etc). There were a few "events" but I like to think that not tip toeing around made it easier to come back. Knowing a bit more a bit PTSD now, I still wonder if perhaps we made it more difficult for him and its a regret.
I repped you with my thanks and light comments.
As for my question -
You have faced serious adversity in life and learned you had to make changes to be a functioning member of society, even if a bit different then the normal person. What do you think motivated to make these changes when many veterans do not, or just to go broader old fucks like vanster who refuse to change and live an obviously miserable life because of it?
I'm sure you knew some good guys in service who got in a rut at some point and never got out. Any good stories or just playing Russian roulette in Hanoi style endings?
Have you considered leaving Canada for a more exotic/comfortable/harsher etc location?
A metric fuckton
When I was just regular infantry I had so much shit there was no need for. A stove...why in Gods name are you going to make me carry a fucking stove? A travel iron...what am going to plug it in to...a currant bush FFS and I've never had to combat iron anything...ever.
Over the years I have worked with such quality items as "rugged laptops" that required you to carry 20 batteries to last 3 days. Sat comm systems that were great for watching porn on the laptop but couldn't comm fuck all.
Field tested about a hundred different optics and weapon attachments that were said to be the next best thing only to be down to irons after 3 days.
The stupidest thing that was ever issued to us to use was a collapsible 60mm mortar tube made of some type of plastic. It weighed nothing which was cool but after 3 rounds the tube started to get "loose". After 5 or 6 rounds the tube was "mushy". I didn't have the balls to hold on to it longer than that.
The best gear I feel has been the advanced comms packages that were brought in when I was leaving. Small with headsets and ear protection. Advances in night vision were fantastic as well. By the early 90's we truly owned the night. Drone technology was in its infancy when I was in but few times we were able to have drone overwatch and real time intel almost made me feel bad for the bad guys.
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6 fucking times...this is what I have ptsd from. It takes about 2 weeks to get your shit ready for Bastille Day. Our uniform has 13 evenly spaced fan shaped pleats on the back of the shirt that require Godlike skills to achieve. And by God these fucking creases have to be fucking perfect or you will marché canard for the rest of your contract. I have seen men cry after fucking with these for 2 days trying to get it right.
And drill...and drill some more...and then when you think you can't drill anymore you drill some more because if anyone makes a misstep you embarrass the Regiment and Lord help the guy that embarrasses the Regiment.
On the plus side you were usually give 5 days liberty if you participated in the parade and the French girls would literally be throwing their panties at the Legionnaires so you are sure to get laid like 10 time at least.
I can live any place in the world I want and I still choose Canada. To me, even with all her faults, she is still the best place I have seen to live and raise a family and live your life the way you want to...but I think my country is now heading down a path that will eventually destroy the philosophy that built this country.
Almost everyone thinks their country is best country though...
That's amazing, I grew up in Paris and we never missed the parade. I was always impressed by the légionnaires with their axes and leather apron. You guys where the most bass ass.
Chances are that I applauded you. Ever planing on coming back to Europe?
I have read about the FFL and even considered joining at a time. Was Military Regularization of Service implimented in your time, or was that process you mentioned at the end to segue how Legionaires reacclimated to their old life?
What was the most reviled background of any of your Legion mates, did you have any guys running from bad shit?
Was Legion training still super brutal in your day? I have heard stories about death in training, something like 1 in 10 in the earlier days, does that sound remotely correct?
Finalment, le francias vous prizez est tres bien. :thumbup:
You're a badass, thanks for all you've done to make the world better.
I'm curious as to why you joined the USMC as a Canadian. The Canadians did have troops in Vietnam, why not join one of those branches and serve that way?
Which unit were you in when you were in Hue? Which parts of the fighting were you involved in? I recently read a book on the battle of Hue, if you were in that shitstorm, kudos for surviving that.
For the rest of the unenlightened, the book is called "Hue 1968" by Mark Bowden, same author that did Black Hawk Down. Amazing account of the battle at Hue during Tet.
I don't think Canada had troops in Vietnam until like 73 or 74...after the peace accord there were some peacekeepers. I joined in late '67 so army or marines were my only options.
I was officially 26th Marine Regiment but because I couldn't get back to Khe Sanh after the siege started I was plugged into the 1st of the 1st. I was part of the fighting at the MACV compound and then moved into the city and we just went were bad guys were which was pretty much every building. I got wounded a second time at the hospital and then I was out of that fight until it was over.
edit: There were about 25 to 30 thousand Canadians that joined all branches of the US military during the war. and roughly 15,000 were combat soldiers. Those that joined after about mid 1969 were usually given non combat assignments.
LOL...a bunch of us were reading a paper someone got sent from home about how we were just doing mop ups and how we were kicking the enemy's ass all over the place. We all looked at each other almost simultaneously and started laughing.
other than me, who is your favourite TW poster?