I started out as a dumb ass cherry in 1/75, scared shitless of the ruthless E-4's and E-5's, but as they say "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Which it did! (I was in RIP during Just Cause.) Spent the best four plus years of my life at HAAF. There isn't a better job than Ranger Rifle Squad Leader!
Then volunteered for USSOCOM to work for GEN Downing. Great job, but finding myself suddenly removed from BN life was a shock. Did my year working for the "WAD". Never met a better Ranger than GEN Downing!
At the request of then RCSM Laye, I followed him to 10th Mtn Div. Started out well, but after finishing 11B BNCOC and moving to a scout platoon, I experienced the "Regular Army" at it's best. When my ETS came, I gladly handed in my ID and left without looking back. (Sometimes I regret that move!)
After 7 years active, civilian life was a piece of cake, and college was fairly easy. Five years later, I had my BS and am now a Physician Assistant. Long hours, whinning patients, pissed off nurses, and screaming attendings don't even compare to humping a ruck in the mountains, all night swamp movements, or hallucinating in Dugway,Utah. Every now and then, I strap on the old ruck, throw in a few MRE's (and a couple cans of beer if I'm feeling hooah) and hit the Appalachian Trail ( in PA), just to see if I can still suck it up. I certainly ain't a stud anymore, but at least I still have the memories! The hippy hikers are usually a bit turned off when they see me coming, even more so when they see my leg holster with my trusty S&W .357. I usually tell them that I don't like sharing my fart sack with a black bear. They usually give me plenty of space.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to keeping it real on this board.
RLTW "Gordo"
My favorite quote:
The rain god is a pussy
