yea…the general wasn’t fighting in war to just see the scenery…HOWEVER he did fight, just so we all could be able to go & see the scenery freely…thank you sir…& i thank all past & present military people for fighting to keep our scenery available for us to see & enjoy.
My first night in Vietnam I was in a helicopter, being ferried from Da Nang to Long Binh. I was apprehensive of being shot out of the sky.
About a year later, a bunch of us were sitting outside at night, listening to James Taylor on a portable cassette player. Heard these ‘throp’ sounds. Finally realized it was bullets landing. Some bozo was firing his rifle into the air from a distance, just spraying bullets around.
We got up, folded our portable chairs, and walked over to a covered bunker and sat down inside it.
Just a little story to highlight the difference in mindset between first being in-country and having been there for a good while…
One of the great guides of the Adirondack High Peaks during the last half of the 20th century had served in the Italian campaign of WWII where he somehow found time to do some hiking there in addition to his intense combat and reconnaissance duties. He later credited his war time experience with sparking his passion for mountain climbing. He was one of the toughest, kindest, and hardest working man ever to grace an Adirondack trail.
chris_o42 about 1 month ago
Good one, General.
clynnb1224 about 1 month ago
yea…the general wasn’t fighting in war to just see the scenery…HOWEVER he did fight, just so we all could be able to go & see the scenery freely…thank you sir…& i thank all past & present military people for fighting to keep our scenery available for us to see & enjoy.
awcoffman about 1 month ago
The wartime scenery was probably shot to smithereens anyway.
MeGoNow Premium Member about 1 month ago
I felt the same way about some parts of Houston in the 60’s.
FireAnt_Hater about 1 month ago
My first night in Vietnam I was in a helicopter, being ferried from Da Nang to Long Binh. I was apprehensive of being shot out of the sky.
About a year later, a bunch of us were sitting outside at night, listening to James Taylor on a portable cassette player. Heard these ‘throp’ sounds. Finally realized it was bullets landing. Some bozo was firing his rifle into the air from a distance, just spraying bullets around.
We got up, folded our portable chairs, and walked over to a covered bunker and sat down inside it.
Just a little story to highlight the difference in mindset between first being in-country and having been there for a good while…
Arghhgarrr Premium Member about 1 month ago
One of the great guides of the Adirondack High Peaks during the last half of the 20th century had served in the Italian campaign of WWII where he somehow found time to do some hiking there in addition to his intense combat and reconnaissance duties. He later credited his war time experience with sparking his passion for mountain climbing. He was one of the toughest, kindest, and hardest working man ever to grace an Adirondack trail.