The range on that test? HmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmLMAO, a damn typo; yes it was supposed to be TARFU. I'm 61 but I tested 20/16 vision less than a year ago. It's still a little fuzzy in the mornings.
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NietzscheKeen
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He should have known better than to ask that though... don't you think?
potpimp
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Beats me; it was done in a real doctors office, you know, tongue depressors and rubber gloves and shit.
Maybe I should have said "Tango Alpha Romeo Foxtrot Utah".
Stillbuzzin
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The most humbling experience of my life had to be the time I was waiting for the bus (a 2 1/2 ton truck) at the bus stop on Binh Thuy to go into Can Tho for the afternoon. There were three of us all waiting together and, as usual, not paying too much attention as to what was going on around us. We heard a beep-beep from a jeep horn and the driver asked us if we wanted a ride into town. Well this kind of luxury did not come often so we all jumped in. I ended right behind the driver. Shortly after we left the base the driver asked how we liked Viet Nam. Being out spoken anyway, I told him exactly how much I liked Nam. Unfortunately, I did not spare the language that most of us spoke when in a bunker with our M60's. I raved on-and-on while one of my buddies kept elbowing me in the ribs. Finally, I exhausted my feelings about Nam. The rest of the ride went rather quietly. Our driver let us out downtown at our location of request. As I exited the jeep I noticed that small silver cross on his collar. I never even got his name as I was only concerned with making myself as small and invisible as possible by that time.
Later, I wished I could have apologized to the Chaplain but I never saw him around the base again. The weight of that little Bible I carried in my upper left shirt pocket seemed a little heavier for a few days until I finally apologized to the proper deity. Needless to say, from that time on, when ever someone asked how I liked Nam I was a little softer on the description.
HEY WE are all normal. Afraid I have done much worse.
doublejj
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One type of mission our platoon regularly went on in Vietnam was ambush's. This particular misson we were to stop night use of the main hwy between Saigon & Long Binh. This was like setting up an ambush on I-80. We were told not to blow-up the road, it would slow down daytime traffic.
Around midnight we see a lone headlight coming, heading for Saigon, we let him get into range & then opened up on that little motorcycle with our M16's & (2)M60's. Tracers went thru his spokes & ricocheted all around his head. He kept at full throttle until his tailight faded out of sight. This was kinda embarrassing, & not the kind of thing to enhance an infantry platoons warrior reputation. Vowing to do better next time, we waited.
About an hour later, 2 spaced out single headlights approached from the same direction. When the first one got into range, the same thing happened. We must have fired 1/2 of all our ammo at that guy. The sky turned red with muzzle flashes & tracers, to no avail. Our whole effort was only rewarded with a slight wobble to the tailight as it faded out of sight. The third guy could see what just happened & stopped. He turned around & went back the other way for a couple hundred yards & stopped. His headlight slowly turned back around & he sat there for a couple minutes. His desire to get to Saigon was more than his respect for our platoons marksmanship & he decided to go for it!
I don't know if it was out of respect for the guy's bravery, or fear that we would all miss again, but our platoon Sgt called 'stand down' & let him pass. Everyone swore to secrecy & I never heard that night mentioned again.
Around midnight we see a lone headlight coming, heading for Saigon, we let him get into range & then opened up on that little motorcycle with our M16's & (2)M60's. Tracers went thru his spokes & ricocheted all around his head. He kept at full throttle until his tailight faded out of sight. This was kinda embarrassing, & not the kind of thing to enhance an infantry platoons warrior reputation. Vowing to do better next time, we waited.
About an hour later, 2 spaced out single headlights approached from the same direction. When the first one got into range, the same thing happened. We must have fired 1/2 of all our ammo at that guy. The sky turned red with muzzle flashes & tracers, to no avail. Our whole effort was only rewarded with a slight wobble to the tailight as it faded out of sight. The third guy could see what just happened & stopped. He turned around & went back the other way for a couple hundred yards & stopped. His headlight slowly turned back around & he sat there for a couple minutes. His desire to get to Saigon was more than his respect for our platoons marksmanship & he decided to go for it!
I don't know if it was out of respect for the guy's bravery, or fear that we would all miss again, but our platoon Sgt called 'stand down' & let him pass. Everyone swore to secrecy & I never heard that night mentioned again.
Chronic Masterbator
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Nah I'm not military. But I would go ape shit if...I had a Sgt. at base waxing my lady.
Chronic Masterbator
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What year is it??
Chronic Masterbator
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What year is that 911 double j?
doublejj
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It's a Ithaca, made during WWII. It was made in 1943-44, I'm not sure.
Chronic Masterbator
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Ah OK was gonna ask if it was a colt looks clean. Colt was issued mainly to government. And came about when something stronger than a .38 was needed. However Ithaca was contracted to make some as well. Ithaca as well as many others took advantage of the craze people have for the model.
Yours looks clean. Field strip after use or every once in awhile. She'll out last you by many life times. Give her a good port polishing and she will be ultra reliable.
Yours looks clean. Field strip after use or every once in awhile. She'll out last you by many life times. Give her a good port polishing and she will be ultra reliable.
doublejj
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Here's a story from Vietnam.
John E. Holbrook
In early July 1967 I was sent to South Vietnam to try to determine why many of the 500 lb. bombs being delivered by naval aircraft were not detonating. I had extensive experience with both conventional and nuclear weapons. The VC would dig up these duds, melt out the Amatol and use the explosive to manufacture crude but very effective anti-personnel booby traps. I was assigned an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) team and we would be escorted by whatever Army or Marine units were available for protection. We would remove the fuses and detonate the bombs.
On July 13, 1967, while on one of these missions, we were attacked by a force of approximately 50 Viet Cong. As the attack developed my M16A1 jammed, which left me unarmed. I came across a wounded Marine officer, Captain Eldon M. Martin lying in a rice paddy. Captain Martin, although severely wounded was alert and indicated that he was lying on an M14, which was under water and that he had a fully loaded .45 pistol in his holster.
As I removed the Colt M1911A1 .45 automatic (serial # 23002XX) from the Captain, I observed three VC armed with AK-47s moving toward me in a crouched position through the thick grass which was about 2 meters high. I waited until they were within about 4 meters from me. I rose to a kneeling position using the grass as a shield. I put the front sight of the Colt on the man on the left and pulled the trigger. The man in the middle went down! I had jerked the trigger and was very lucky to have gotten a hit. I then moved back to the man on the left, held my breath and fired again. This round hit the man on the left in the chest and he went down. The last man realized what was happening and began firing his AK in my direction. I could see the bullets hitting the water in front of me as he brought the AK up. I fired my third round which hit the magazine of the AK, then glanced down striking him in the right leg. As he spun around from the impact of the 230 grain bullet, I fired two more rounds one of which hit him in the temple just above the left eye. The gunfight was over!
This action lasted not more that 4 seconds and I got four hits with five rounds of GI 230 grain hardball from a pistol that had mud and water in it. All of these hits were one shot stops against three men armed with automatic weapons. God bless the .45 ACP.
I must thank my father, who was the Sheriff of San Patricio County, Texas during World War II. He carried a Colt Government Model and I was shooting the big Colt when I was 10. I was a very good shot with both pistol and rifle very early in life and took my first deer when I was 11. I must also thank John Browning and Colt for inventing and producing the finest combat pistol ever made, bar none. I believe that if I had been armed with a 9MM, both our names would be on the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington D.C.
Captain Martin, although badly wounded, survived the action. He insisted that I keep the Colt and I still have it. The greatest honor was when he named his first son after me in 1971. Unfortunately, Captain Martin died in 1991 of MLS. He was a good man, I miss him as I do all the fine young Americans who died in Vietnam.
After that action, I lost the M16 and acquired an M14, and I was in love.
John E. Holbrook
Chief Aviation Machinist Mate
U.S. Navy (Retired)
SN 361-43-78
John E. Holbrook
In early July 1967 I was sent to South Vietnam to try to determine why many of the 500 lb. bombs being delivered by naval aircraft were not detonating. I had extensive experience with both conventional and nuclear weapons. The VC would dig up these duds, melt out the Amatol and use the explosive to manufacture crude but very effective anti-personnel booby traps. I was assigned an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) team and we would be escorted by whatever Army or Marine units were available for protection. We would remove the fuses and detonate the bombs.
On July 13, 1967, while on one of these missions, we were attacked by a force of approximately 50 Viet Cong. As the attack developed my M16A1 jammed, which left me unarmed. I came across a wounded Marine officer, Captain Eldon M. Martin lying in a rice paddy. Captain Martin, although severely wounded was alert and indicated that he was lying on an M14, which was under water and that he had a fully loaded .45 pistol in his holster.
As I removed the Colt M1911A1 .45 automatic (serial # 23002XX) from the Captain, I observed three VC armed with AK-47s moving toward me in a crouched position through the thick grass which was about 2 meters high. I waited until they were within about 4 meters from me. I rose to a kneeling position using the grass as a shield. I put the front sight of the Colt on the man on the left and pulled the trigger. The man in the middle went down! I had jerked the trigger and was very lucky to have gotten a hit. I then moved back to the man on the left, held my breath and fired again. This round hit the man on the left in the chest and he went down. The last man realized what was happening and began firing his AK in my direction. I could see the bullets hitting the water in front of me as he brought the AK up. I fired my third round which hit the magazine of the AK, then glanced down striking him in the right leg. As he spun around from the impact of the 230 grain bullet, I fired two more rounds one of which hit him in the temple just above the left eye. The gunfight was over!
This action lasted not more that 4 seconds and I got four hits with five rounds of GI 230 grain hardball from a pistol that had mud and water in it. All of these hits were one shot stops against three men armed with automatic weapons. God bless the .45 ACP.
I must thank my father, who was the Sheriff of San Patricio County, Texas during World War II. He carried a Colt Government Model and I was shooting the big Colt when I was 10. I was a very good shot with both pistol and rifle very early in life and took my first deer when I was 11. I must also thank John Browning and Colt for inventing and producing the finest combat pistol ever made, bar none. I believe that if I had been armed with a 9MM, both our names would be on the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington D.C.
Captain Martin, although badly wounded, survived the action. He insisted that I keep the Colt and I still have it. The greatest honor was when he named his first son after me in 1971. Unfortunately, Captain Martin died in 1991 of MLS. He was a good man, I miss him as I do all the fine young Americans who died in Vietnam.
After that action, I lost the M16 and acquired an M14, and I was in love.
John E. Holbrook
Chief Aviation Machinist Mate
U.S. Navy (Retired)
SN 361-43-78
Stillbuzzin
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My 1911....................
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doublejj
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Outstanding!!!!