God No!!!! There was a strict rule of not showing his winkie in the spider hole. The hole was way too small for him to be whipping that thing out. Damned funny guy though and a pretty good medic.

I wonder why things us guys say....often leads to...the last shit we took, the last chow we grubbed....or the last skank...er...women we were with???

Or in extreme cases...who's got the biggest johnson??

Anyway, I gotta wanka/johnson story myself.

We were in Ore grande (Orafice Grande to be exact) that wonderful DTP 5th used to do..and we had this RGR Regt guy in the Co that I had gone through the "Q" course with. On the redeploy back to bragg, we were on a 130/141...I forget which....he yanks out his wanka and starts strokin it....now mind you...we also had a female crew chief/loadmaster...didn't seem to bother her one bit....but I did notice she took and extra glance or two...or three....

Obviously...he was quite "fond" of his junk...

Everyone took cover, we though it was gonna "explode"

Same guy..on the same trip, rousted anyone that was around in the barracks to go take a look at his shit....damn thing wrapped around the commode...we're all like WTF...OVER???

He says...."look...no rest rings"....is that a good thing??:eek:

Anyway....he was a character...also a stud. On our 12 miler in PHIII we had a LT that wimped out, and he carried his and the LT's ruck for probably the last 5 mi....he wouldn't give to anybody to take turns..

Dilla.... AKA Armadilla.. given to a stand up guy, who proceeded to make about 15 PLFs on a MFF jump when he came into land downwind. One of the team members said that he looked just like an Armadilla.

Stras. self imposed when there is a Phil, Gill and two Bill's on the team, and the phone is about 50ft away in the other team room.

Whistle Foot. happens when there is a hole in your foot and you are MFF.

Scooter.... My TM SGT and I had the same first name when I showed up to group. I kept answering when people called his name, until after about a week our Senior Bravo told me to come up with a nickname by COB. I told him I wasn't giving myself a nickname. He immediately said "Fine. You're Scooter." I told him that there was no way I was going to be called "Scooter." My Team SGT just said "Yes you will Scooter."

Name's stuck for 7 years....

Das Boot. when your leg is 3-4" shorter than your other leg and you have the double soles on one boot. Imagine the Team Sergeant's (Das Boot) angry response when the team switches out his shower shoes at Graf and replaces them with "Das Flop" (3 shower shoes glued together) and the accompanying other shower shoe. After his cursing tirade of 25 min, he finally tried them on, and took off to the shower..


Das Boot was great skiing when he was paralleling the hill with the short leg on the uphill side, and a bag of f**K when he made his turn to come back across, which then put the short leg on the downhill side.

Das Boot
 

Stras,

Is Das Boot and his Frau still kicking around Stuttgart? Haven't heard anything of him since the mid-90s.

MVP

MVP,

Last I heard they were in UK. good place for her.:D

That never works...had a medic that objected to being called Buford...and he was Buford as long as I knew him...

First rule: Look cool. Second rule: Always know where you are. Third rule: If you don't know where you are, continue to look cool.

------BT-------------

Code Names.

Knew a 18D Navajo who we called the "HO".

Johnny Handsome, no matter how bad the weather was, dirt, mud, scum in the water, he combed his hair.

Had two guys named "Peter". We called then "Peter 1" and "Peter 2", then it became "Pete" and "Re-Peat".

Crazy Larry, he drove a 69 Dodge Charger, although his name was Chris.

Guns, a big 18E with large arms.

Boner, he was embarrassed by the name at first, when the Tm SGT said, "put that thing away before someone trips over it". Scott was heading into the shower, half a sleep. The name stuck, he was secure, team wives and GFs liked the name, calling him "Boner" as well.

Another Medic called "scrubs". He had completed 3 of 4 years of medical school with a 4.0, but enlisted instead, pissed his father off, who was already a doctor.

Had a "Punchy", "Kicks", "Zinger", "Smiles", and "Frank". Of course there was a "Chief", "Doc", and "Dad" on every ODA, followed also by "Kid" for all new young arrivals. All E7's coming from another team we called by their names until something happened, then it was "Fuckin Bob", or "Fuckin Todd". It was never in a bad way, but something along the line of, "who shot the best today? Fuckin Bob. Who fired the Ring Main? Fuckin Todd.

We had the long shlong trifecta in 46th - Whiskey, Jake the Snake, and Motor Pool. All three of them were equipped for porn stardom...except for their looks...but that didn't seem to bother the women.

We were at the Opera one weekend and everybody had more or less retired for the evening in the specially furnished rooms by the pool which they called their SF equipped rooms when there was this gawdawful scream and one of the girls went running naked towards the lobby. The door was open to one of the SF rooms and when we gathered to look in to see what the problem was, there sat ol' Motor Pool in that special chair, fully aroused and with that goofy grin of his on his face and laughing that goofy laugh of his. It was no wonder the girl ran out on him.

One very late evening in Lop Buri a couple of us were walking back to Fort Narai when we came upon Whiskey, aptly named and - as was the norm for him - inebriated to the max and leaning against the steel bar fencing around the post. He was making all kinds of cooing sorts of mumbling noises and we couldn't figure out WTF was going on until we went by and saw one of those little Asian deer they kept on the grounds standing in front of him. Apparently he had stopped to urinate and the deer had begun "nursing"...arousing him and, in his alcohol induced state, getting him to think he was enjoying the pleasure of one of the most talented women he had ever met.

Jake was quieter about his junk. He used to say he was going down to the ville to find himself a 'pole dancer' when he was in the mood...but he did like to swim naked at the Opera and got a kick out of all the women who lived in the eight story apartment building next to the hotel coming out to watch him from their balconies and chattering away over the sight of the falong tahon with the big dong as we used to call it.

There are a lot more tales which are best related over a beer or two...but such were the times for us young SFers around back when. :cool:

Richard :munchin

Back in Germany in the late 50's we had a guy by the name of Sweet Chocolate(a name he gave himself by the way).......... Who when he wore a towel around his waist and pretty far down actually he still had his johnson showing about an addition 6 or 8 inches sneaking out the bottom of the towel........... The Fraulines loved this guy and he never,ever had to worry about getting laid........... He was a funny guy especially when we asked him how his love life was going and he would say that if he had a choice of either getting laid or getting drunk on some good old German brew,he always chose the brew because he said he could always get laid,but good brew isn't always around............;):D;)

Bid Teddy :munchin

Richard- I don't know if you remember an Engineer named Alan M. When we went out to swim and drink Singha at Nam Pung Dam, the women from Kham Phoem would paddle over in their canoes to look at him... He was unaffected by shrinkage...

'Scuse me....but is that all you folks have to talk about????:D:eek:

TMI man....TMI:p

Sometimes, these things take on a life of their own, no pun intended....

How did he get into the service,let alone SF?.........:confused: When I enlisted for Airborne in '54 I was rejected because of one leg(left one)being almost 1 inch shorter and I also had flat feet........ They said I failed the physical for going Airborne........ I told my recruiter to forget it,I'm not going in if I can't go Airborne.......It was the 28th of Dec. and he needed to fill that quota for the month,so he got my physical changed thru his contacts,however he said I was on my own when I get to Ft.Bragg if they catch it.......... They didn't and as Richard always says "and so it goes".........;) :D

Big Teddy :munchin