As requested...I'm Smiling Canadian AMA (almost)

First thread with fantastic content in awhile. Thank you for that and your service!

How many people have you killed?
 
First, thank you for your service.

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.

Third, if you are open to some fantasy bullshit (regarding your Star Trek comment), Glenn Cook's Black Company series seems to be popular within the military. An Army buddy gave it to me after his sergeant gave it to him during a deployment. Glen is also a Vietnam vet and the books capture the grunt view fairly well insofar as fantasy authors can.

Lastly, sorry to hear about your wife. Hope the good memories propel you forward for more good times.
 
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?
 
bowl of blood said:
thanks for your service. not to be picky but you have any fail stories about gear? i'm curious because i work on this stuff and the most useful stories are from field users, despite the fact that we tend to only interact with brass/peons (i still remember the first time a serviceman said thanks to us they'd been putting metal to meat. engineers are not accustomed to being told we kill people). i feel like there's too much shit we pack up send over and the guys throw it under their bunk and never look at it again.
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O boi u said u in Baltimore and talking bout that. Aberdeen Derrick meade? May have applied for a job at one of those with a tentative start mid June. Stretch job for sure but fuk it. If you do medical equipment hmu if you're cbrn side please make something that doesnt have soldiers stroke out (they're stupid and go same speed before putting it on) and still keeps the anthrax and gay spores from getting in.
 
Francis was a newly arrived recruit of the French Foreign Legion to outpost 145 in the middle of the Saharan desert. The post consisted of a regiment of volunteers from all over the world sent to guard basically a puddle of water and a few palm trees.

After a day or two Francis noticed that there weren't any women around.

After a week, it started to bother him a little, being a healthy 22 year old with a normal sex drive.

After about three weeks, he started to get desperate, and asked one of the older grizzled veterans what he did to relieve the pressure. The grizzled veteran winked and said "That's what the camel is for".

Shocked, Francis thanked the vet, and went back to his tent vowing he'd never go that route.

After a few more days, the idea of fucking a camel became less and less revolting, until finally, when he couldn't take it no more, he sneaked out of his tent late at night, went into the stables where the camel was kept, and proceeded to have one of the most earth shattering sessions of sexual release he'd ever had.

After that he was a changed man. Nearly every night, he'd grab a towel, and saunter over to the stables, whistling a happy tune. He couldn't believe how much jizz he dumped into that camel.

After about a month, he grabbed his towel for his usual nightly cum fest when the old vet stopped him and asked him where he was going.

Francis smiled, winked, and said he was going to the stables to fuck the camel.

The vet looked at him, and said "you idiot, we ride the camel into town to get laid".
 
Esteban_Villa said:
O boi u said u in Baltimore and talking bout that. Aberdeen Derrick meade? May have applied for a job at one of those with a tentative start mid June. Stretch job for sure but fuk it. If you do medical equipment hmu if you're cbrn side please make something that doesnt have soldiers stroke out (they're stupid and go same speed before putting it on) and still keeps the anthrax and gay spores from getting in.
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good luck with that. contract work or full-time? i'm thinking about taking the leap to consulting.
 
Robert was a newly arrived recruit of the French Foreign Legion to outpost 198 in the middle of the Saharan desert. The post consisted of a regiment of volunteers from all over the world sent to guard basically a crossroads.

After a day or two Robert noticed that there weren't any women around.

After a week, it started to bother him a little, being a healthy 24 year old with a normal sex drive.

After about three weeks, he started to get desperate, and asked one of the older grizzled veterans what he did to relieve the pressure. The grizzled veteran winked and said "follow me". The Vet led Robert to a shack in the corner of the compound. Inside the shack was a large barrel with a hole in the side.

"When you're feeling a bit congested, just stick your tallywacker in the hole there, and you'll soon be relieved!" The vet explained.

Robert pondered that for a few days, but curiosity got the best of him, and finally one night he left his tent and entered the shack. Closing the door behind him, he found himself in near total darkness. He unzipped his pants, and stuck his semi-erect cock into the hole in the barrel.

Suddenly, his wang was enveloped by the warmest, wettest softest sensation he's ever felt. Soon he was blasting his cum deep inside of whatever it was draining him dry. Shuddering with delight, he felt the last few drops of goo get siphoned off his cock, and disengage.

Robert was a changed man. Every night it became his ritual to go visit that shack. This went on for a few weeks, until one night, he went to the shack as usual, whipped out his rock hard dick, stuck it in the hole, and....nothing. Bewildered, he withdrew his cock, then stuck it back in. Still nothing.

He pulled out, zipped up, and went to go find the old vet to ask what was wrong.

The vet replied "Oh, sorry, no one told you, it's your week to take a turn in the barrel".
 
Smiling Canadian said:
Probably all of it because it involved so many agencies from the US. My wife was always after me to write some of my stuff down. I think it's best if my stories just die with me. Nobody needs to relive some of that shit.
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you write very well and have a world of experiences literally. If you dont write stuff down it gets lost forever and then we make big mistakes again. Not saying war is a mistake, but maybe a tactic or engagement or thought process about an enemy. Even culturally how things are different between forces or 'enemies' in different parts of the world.

do it faggot
write a book!
 
bowl of blood said:
thanks for your service. not to be picky but you have any fail stories about gear? i'm curious because i work on this stuff and the most useful stories are from field users, despite the fact that we tend to only interact with brass/peons (i still remember the first time a serviceman said thanks to us they'd been putting metal to meat. engineers are not accustomed to being told we kill people). i feel like there's too much shit we pack up send over and the guys throw it under their bunk and never look at it again.
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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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