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Date Posted: Mon, January 17 2005, 1:29:15
Author: Larry Lusk
Author Host/IP: 66.214.61.174
Subject: Re: Welcome Home, Soldier
In reply to: Joe 's message, "Re: Welcome Home, Soldier" on Sun, January 16 2005, 11:24:18

Joe, I only went on duty drunk once the entire time I was in the service. I had just finished a ten hour stint as the Town Patrol supervisor for Kin Village on Okinawa. It was about two thirty (0230) in the morning and it had been a tough shift; several fights in bars and a lot of paper work. It had been a cold night so we had worked in fatigues and field jackets instead of our normal kakis. After I turned in my .45 I tossed my web gear to my room mate, took the RAFP brassard off my arm and stuck it in my pocket and headed for the EM Club which was open pretty much 24/7. Just before sunrise after downing 6+ beers I headed back to my barracks. I wasn’t due to go back on duty until four that afternoon so I didn’t think anything about my inebriated state. When I turned the corner to go in the back entrance to the barracks I saw the entire company falling into ranks with Top standing there barking at the stragglers. He spotted me and yelled, “Sergeant, fall in with your platoon". I walked up to him and said, “Top, I just got off duty and I tired and drunk”. He told me he could give a flying jump (or something to that effect) and that we were on a body search detail and participation was mandatory (not his exact words). Needless to say that a short time later I was in a line probing an over-grown field looking for a missing Okinawan girl in the gray morning light. I had sobered up a little bit but I still couldn’t see the ground very well. I was just about to put my foot down stepping over a small bush when the man next to me shouted, “Sarge, freeze”. I caught my balance with the aid of my pole and looked at where my foot was about to come down. Hidden behind that bush was a pile of old rusty WWII landmines. Everyone from farmers to building contractors had been finding old corroded ordnance just about everywhere for the last twenty-five years. Sometimes it was just harmless rusted out metal, sometimes it would blow up with the slightest touch. If I had been sober I would have spotted the mines easily. As it was luck prevailed and I didn’t take myself and the men next to me to “Fiddlers Green”. That was the last time I ever got drunk while I was in the Army.

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  • Re: Welcome Home, Soldier -- Wayne Gregory, Mon, January 17 2005, 10:23:00
  • Re: Welcome Home, Soldier -- joe, Mon, January 17 2005, 16:34:10
  • Re: Welcome Home, Soldier -- Larry Lusk, Tue, January 18 2005, 2:53:46
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