I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
My grandpappy and great uncles were there as well. Heard a few stories. I’ll make one quick as I can:
Great uncle told me they were bivouaced near South Korean troops. The cook had a small dog that he cherished. Got to looking for it one day and couldn’t find the little bastard. Stumbled over to the South Korean camp post and they had that sumbitch skint and in a big pot of rice. Cook went back and got his rifle and went back over and killed about 10 them sumbitches before our troops could get him stopped.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
My grandpappy and great uncles were there as well. Heard a few stories. I’ll make one quick as I can:
Great uncle told me they were bivouaced near South Korean troops. The cook had a small dog that he cherished. Got to looking for it one day and couldn’t find the little bastard. Stumbled over to the South Korean camp post and they had that sumbitch skint and in a big pot of rice. Cook went back and got his rifle and went back over and killed about 10 them sumbitches before our troops could get him stopped.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
And he LIKED it
Guy was a certified psycho.
Back on the farm, he tricked my dad (who was about 6 or 7 at the time) into pissing onto an electric fence. He also did a trick in his bored out Nova where he would put a bottle of whisky up to his lips, punch it. His head would snap back and the bottle would force the liquor down his throat. I only got to meet him once, but we could have had some fun together.
I never got to hear any Korea stories, but my great uncle was a Bataan death march survivor who used to joke about the Japs hitting people with their rifle butts while driving by them. He had no hearing because a grenade went off next to him and the side of his face was all fucked up.
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I'll play along though.
Fk them NE yankee furks
BTW, I woulda liked yer grandpappy
(Headed get my tricked out AR-15 now)
Love them old vets. Military in the past myself and love to hear them sideways stories and know wtf they are talking about. 👍
Great uncle told me they were bivouaced near South Korean troops. The cook had a small dog that he cherished. Got to looking for it one day and couldn’t find the little bastard. Stumbled over to the South Korean camp post and they had that sumbitch skint and in a big pot of rice. Cook went back and got his rifle and went back over and killed about 10 them sumbitches before our troops could get him stopped.
True story(according to my drunk grate unc)
Back on the farm, he tricked my dad (who was about 6 or 7 at the time) into pissing onto an electric fence. He also did a trick in his bored out Nova where he would put a bottle of whisky up to his lips, punch it. His head would snap back and the bottle would force the liquor down his throat. I only got to meet him once, but we could have had some fun together.