tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post5420212563553466396..comments2024-03-28T22:08:48.577-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: "Turn it off, turn it off!!!"OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-72527125180776864412020-01-18T11:07:52.376-08:002020-01-18T11:07:52.376-08:00I lost about 15 pounds at Medina Annex (Lackland A...I lost about 15 pounds at Medina Annex (Lackland AFB). Lots of exercise and terrible food. My on thought that I looked like I'd just got out of a POW camp. Amazing what activity and crappy food can do. I don't, however, recommend such a regimen. Ain't exactly healthy!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-17521557065264672152020-01-18T09:01:01.348-08:002020-01-18T09:01:01.348-08:00I mention to those curious about the bulge that I ...I mention to those curious about the bulge that I am a bit like a camel. True! I spit. But I digress. I lost 20 pounds painlessly during Operation Praying Mantis when we ran out of food and the Navy was too chicken to run supplies out to us. I lost 20 pounds sailing from San Diego to Cabo on a 41 foot sailboat because it turned out there was nothing really edible onboard and if you want to see the inside of a Mexican prison just show up in their waters with a fish hook and no Mexican fishing license. It comes, it goes. I made a good faith effort for 30 years to make sure it didn't adhere but I'm over that now. Still, for all that, can still fit into the uniform as we did for Dave's ordination.HMS Defianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10024721130102173694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-6648984577712847012020-01-17T20:11:23.600-08:002020-01-17T20:11:23.600-08:00I stagger with the best of them.
I can still pict...I stagger with the best of them.<br /><br />I can still picture her with that wine, pretty excited she was!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-36785328176492685762020-01-17T18:38:43.773-08:002020-01-17T18:38:43.773-08:00Great story! I can just see the little one running...Great story! I can just see the little one running with the wine. And that stroller in the woods. The military always held good on their promise of adventure. Sad about "Sergeant Salvi" RIP indeed.<br /><br />Unless I go back to drinking the tequila with the tapeworms I'll probably never get back to the same physical stature I had back when, but I can still stagger pretty good for a one-eyed fat man.PrairieAdventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06466447251827774900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-39268016079045296082020-01-17T12:27:02.537-08:002020-01-17T12:27:02.537-08:00It's a long term effort, has its fits and star...It's a long term effort, has its fits and starts but it will happen.<br /><br />Eventually.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-21854462819355728392020-01-17T12:17:25.000-08:002020-01-17T12:17:25.000-08:00"And damn, I really was thin back then. Rest ..."And damn, I really was thin back then. Rest assured, I'm working on that." Working on that. I like that term but I hope your "working on that" is different than my version. I've been "working on" a she-shed for Kendy (for three years now!)rkinionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05432551832152096206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-14026501757943042382020-01-17T11:49:19.275-08:002020-01-17T11:49:19.275-08:00Actually the guns on the Zumwalt actually out rang...Actually the guns on the Zumwalt actually out range the Paris gun. It wasn't the gun that got that bit cancelled, it was the cost of the individual rounds.<br /><br />The wine was left for the adults participating in the affair.<br /><br />I did some checking today, "Sergeant Salvi" (not his real name, which I did remember) passed away from cancer at the age of 57 back in '16. RIP brother...OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-40314741806151361482020-01-17T09:28:33.785-08:002020-01-17T09:28:33.785-08:00Okay. Dissection by Beans
You did a German invas...Okay. Dissection by Beans<br /><br />You did a German invasion of a Belgium Forest to get to French Easter Eggs with a host who spoke like he was Scottish?<br /><br />Dooomed. Doooooommmmeeedddd.<br /><br />As to running. Beans no run. Beans walks almost as fast or faster than Beans runs. Beans is a plodder. Same speed through mud, shallow water, bodies, piles of stuff, sand, children, dogs, (enter material/terrain type.) Has been scientifically checked. <br /><br />As to Easter Egg Hunts. I remember one at Kwajalein. New Base Commander's wife put it on. Army wife no understand we were close to equator, so real hard-boiled eggs spoiled while chocolate was kinda melted. Dur. Dur hur. Oh, well, at least we got to hunt eggs or ptomaine poisoning near a display battery of 155mm howitzers (the long barreled ones, more gun than howitzer, able to out-shoot a Zummie any day (well, when they were working, by 1971 barrels were filled with concrete, yes, I checked, and the transverse and elevation gears were welded into position, yes, I checked, and the breech-block was welded shut also, yes, I checked.)<br /><br />Udder dan dat, good story on your part. My wife and I have always been the ones who would over-prepare for situations and those around us would whine and carry on about what we had vs what they didn't have.<br /><br />And... bottles of wine. Where they put there as part of the egg hunt, or left there by Les Boche, or what?<br /><br />My memory of family outings, at least till 1970, was the three hellions were on leash and harness. Remember when those were accepted parts of parental culture. With the ever-present threat of "If your hands come out of your pockets, you'll regret it!" Good times. We survived. It worked.Beanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15293778848879361153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-59039560466354516012020-01-17T08:46:35.484-08:002020-01-17T08:46:35.484-08:00Ah the good old days. Run a mile? No problem. Stay...Ah the good old days. Run a mile? No problem. Stay out all hours and still make it to work? No problem.<br /><br />How did I survive this long?OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-53927952761394160512020-01-17T08:45:23.422-08:002020-01-17T08:45:23.422-08:00Even in the woods?Even in the woods?OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-34047981889976192182020-01-17T08:45:03.932-08:002020-01-17T08:45:03.932-08:00Yes, at one time they were built too solid!Yes, at one time they were built too solid!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-49281219670682053492020-01-17T08:44:24.430-08:002020-01-17T08:44:24.430-08:00The hills were alive with something that day, most...The hills were alive with something that day, mostly sweat as I recall.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-58974084793322821702020-01-17T08:43:33.240-08:002020-01-17T08:43:33.240-08:00Ah yes, motivation. We used to be close, somehow w...Ah yes, motivation. We used to be close, somehow we drifted apart...OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-61482933717395969472020-01-17T08:42:36.935-08:002020-01-17T08:42:36.935-08:00Unfortunately no. Apparently they are no longer in...Unfortunately no. Apparently they are no longer in business either.<br /><br />Too bad.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-71309852411512183842020-01-17T07:25:14.550-08:002020-01-17T07:25:14.550-08:00Sgt Salvi's stroller! Some 48 years ago, was s...Sgt Salvi's stroller! Some 48 years ago, was so delighted to find, and purchase, one like it. Before, we had a fold up monstrosity that was nearly as big as a 3/4 ton utility trailer (slight, but only slight, exaggeration).Well Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-2859124271280583642020-01-17T07:08:43.660-08:002020-01-17T07:08:43.660-08:00I tend to haul stuff around in an red Royal Mail c...I tend to haul stuff around in an red Royal Mail carrier bag.SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-78157840952841510132020-01-17T06:26:56.906-08:002020-01-17T06:26:56.906-08:00Hey AFSarge;
Man reading that post brought me ...Hey AFSarge;<br /><br /> Man reading that post brought me memories of my 5 years in Germany, man I do miss them.....and truth be told My waistline also. I was the crazy guy that ran 10K everyday for sport, rain, snow didn't stop me. I just wore issued Rubber Galoshes and ran slower. Great story. Part of me wishes I had met my wife while I was in the service so she could have experienced some of the things I did. MrGarabaldihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05768774166065615995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-24847713427939136702020-01-17T05:27:13.725-08:002020-01-17T05:27:13.725-08:00You mentioned Offutt - did you ever eat at the Ede...You mentioned Offutt - did you ever eat at the Edelweiss restaurant while you were there?<br />FrankAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-77775846290446934542020-01-17T05:25:14.643-08:002020-01-17T05:25:14.643-08:00I'm sure your nor the only reader of this fine...I'm sure your nor the only reader of this fine blog who was once a leaner, meaner version of themselves. Nor the only one 'working on' trying to reclaim our lost youth, I mean our slimmer waistline. Most probably know what to do (eat a lot less, do more calorie burning activities) but lack the motivation to do it. Myself included. Oh well, maybe tomorrow - after all its time for breakfast! Tom in NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576958446243001152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-1158023945619976242020-01-17T04:26:44.889-08:002020-01-17T04:26:44.889-08:00Really good story, and the last part where you men...Really good story, and the last part where you mention that you are preparing to fight your personal "Battle Of The Bulge" ties in nicely with the Ardennes trip.<br /><br />I know it's the wrong hills, but my brain insisted on singing a certain song made famous by Julie Andrews as I read the post. <br /><br />It becomes more challenging each year to reverse the personal growth from the seasonal indulgences. Sigh. John in Phillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16196033252818387245noreply@blogger.com