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To be fair, tankers have really long legs and fly missions other than refueling. The boomers are the extra hand in the airplane for whatever is needed.Got a call from a manager at a company we did business with. He explained that they had an employee who claimed to be in some sort of USAF Special Operations, and claimed to have “Done a lot of ‘sneak and peek stuff I can’t talk about.” Additional factoid: he claimed to be able to bench press 300 lbs. They asked me how they could verify if he was actually a veteran and what he did.
Looked him up at Military.com while we were on the phone. E3 Aerial Refueling Specialist. Perfectly honorable and essential job.
The thread started 12 years ago, fwiwthis guy had to be pushing 80 if say he were 18-19 in 1963 when he went in. at least very late 70's. alzheimer's? a little trouble remembering?
Not sure which person you are referring to .... and sorry if my post offended because I was ambiguous in my wording. It would have been cool to actually see a defenestration in person though.We stepped outside & I offered to throw your buddy through the window if he ever ran his mouth in front of me again. Problem solved...at least until I saw your post on this thread....
Required? No. Volunteer? Possible but unlikely. No line company would want a REMF on patrol with them. REMF's guarded base camp perimeters in heavily sandbagged bunkers. REMF's might have been sent out on a perimeter security patrol if all the battalions were out but that was not the bush. It was 1 or 2 klicks out, then back. An afternoon stroll. I would call BS.Would a Vietnam War Army E-whatever with a non-combat desk job be required to periodically go into the bush on patrol? I'm fact checking someone.
Thanks, based on your post and the others before- in this case it appears to be BS. When I had first met the guy, he was always clear about having a 'desk job' in Vietnam and that he never faced a single day in a combat situation. In later years he made a bigger and bigger deal about his vet status- wearing more related hats and T-shirts etc. plus started telling stories about going on patrol into the jungle 'about once a month'.Required? No. Volunteer? Possible but unlikely. No line company would want a REMF on patrol with them. REMF's guarded base camp perimeters in heavily sandbagged bunkers. REMF's might have been sent out on a perimeter security patrol if all the battalions were out but that was not the bush. It was 1 or 2 klicks out, then back. An afternoon stroll. I would call BS.
Given the internet and the anti-poseur sites we have these days, that stuff is getting harder to get away with. SEAL Team 8, LOL...Back before Obama let everyone know about SEAL team 6, there were only 5 teams. Despite books and movies and everything else out there saying different, officially there were 5. This was highly emphasized when I was told about ST6. (I was told about them in connection with other info I received - I had no part in working with them) It was a pretty easy way to find phonies when they didn't know what they weren't supposed to talk about.
Years after that, I was talking guns at the gun shop with three other guys. Two of them were "special operators" (very special - probably jumped out of a short C-130, you know the guys: BDUs in size 50 with a 28 inch inseam) and one used to be a truck driver. When SEAL team 8 or 9 was mentioned, I casually observed that there were only 5 teams. The two operators scoffed, but the 'truck driver' looked over quickly and just grinned.
I'm thinking the trucker did something else.
Any time someone says some shit about combat and spec ops, I just assume they are full of crap. If someone says he was a truck driver or cook, I assume they are telling the truth.Thanks, based on your post and the others before- in this case it appears to be BS. When I had first met the guy, he was always clear about having a 'desk job' in Vietnam and that he never faced a single day in a combat situation. In later years he made a bigger and bigger deal about his vet status- wearing more related hats and T-shirts etc. plus started telling stories about going on patrol into the jungle 'about once a month'.
It's a shame because of all the Vietnam vets in my family and close circle of family friends, I do not know a single one who would crap on someone relegated to non-combat duty. I never felt the need to call him on the changed storyline as he indeed was a Vietnam vet and fully entitled to any benefits a vet might receive. Also this guy suffered some debilitating and recently fatal health issues that were directly attributed to Agent Orange by the VA- so why hassle someone who is suffering. My Dad flew helicopters 3 tours in the Marines and had something like 113 combat missions, many of them under heavy fire with significant damage to the birds. His only injury? Dodging VC mortar shells one night back at the air field. Such an attack doesn't discriminate and brings the battle to those who would normally not enter direct combat. So no need to embellish.
My Gramps and his brother were both in the 32nd Infantry 'Red Arrow Division' in the Philippines WW2. Gramps was in the worst of it, my great uncle was a cook. They mostly told funny stories about their service and not once did I ever hear anything approaching a dick measuring contest.Any time someone says some shit about combat and spec ops, I just assume they are full of crap. If someone says he was a truck driver or cook, I assume they are telling the truth.
I never left the country and I could tell funny stories about shit we did all night. No need to embellish for a good story.
^^^^ A rule of thumb... Us Vet's get thru the 'big suck', by laughing together, we learned the hard way.My Gramps and his brother were both in the 32nd Infantry 'Red Arrow Division' in the Philippines WW2. Gramps was in the worst of it, my great uncle was a cook. They mostly told funny stories about their service and not once did I ever hear anything approaching a dick measuring contest.