Saturday, May 31, 2008

Welcome to my new home

Sorry to worry you, but I had to hide my blogs ASAP. I'm fine, just upset.

As many of you know, my in laws have pretty much ignored us since my wife passed away. I gave making contact with them one last time right before Mother's Day. I sent my mother in law flowers. One of the things I said in the card was, "I don't know what we did blah, blah, blah". I didn't hear from her until yesterday when I received a thank you card.

It started off well, with thanking me for taking such good care of her daughter and that she will never forget it. Then there was a big BUT and then it got a little bit cryptic with things like "my escapades", and "if I showed up at her place with another woman, it would kill her to see that she replaced her daughter" and "have a good life".

I wanted clarification, so I called her. I could tell she was very uncomfortable talking to me when I asked her to clarify what "escapades" meant. She hemmed and hawed and then put my sister in law on. She told me that she had found me online and that she told everyone in the family what she saw.

I thought about it all night and finally put it all together. They found my blog.

You know that I held almost nothing back about my life in my blog. The good, the bad, the ugly and the naughty side of my life for a very long time. They didn't like that I was dating someone and fell in love (i.e., replacing my late wife), which I'm sure triggered them to ignore me. They read things I've said critical of them avoiding my wife during her illness. They read my HNTs, which can be pretty naughty sometimes. They read many things that they didn't like, became very judgmental and wanted me out of their life. That's what I was told yesterday.

To keep them from learning anymore about me and my life, I deleted my YouTube account (with several naughty videos) and I closed my regular and HNT blogs.

That about it.

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I will still be visiting your blogs under my old name to keep this blog private, but will not use it here. Matter a fact, I'm not going use any of the names I've ever used, real or not, so please don't use them here. My name shall now be Joseph, my girl friend's Lynn and my son's Anthony.

Last but not least, I'll leave this post up for a while, then delete it. I just wanted to let you, my friends, know why I did what I did.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I have an itch HNT

That I just have to scratch.


Damn that feels good.


Happy Itchy HNT!

I have an itch HNT

That I just have to scratch.


Damn that feels good.


Happy Itchy HNT!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

How was your weekend?

Mine was a good one. It was a three-day weekend, so I had an extra day with Lori.

Long weekends with my baby is a special treat.

Friday we got pizza for dinner like we always do.

We love pizza.

Saturday we ran a few errands and then went grocery shopping.

I love grocery shopping. Yea, I know that's weird, but humor me.

I made brats with sauerkraut for dinner. I added a little brown sugar and caraway seeds to give it a special touch.

Try it, you'll like it!

Sunday we went to our real life friends place for a BBQ. We had a great time and stayed longer than we should have. The girls got drunk and started........

Wait! I promised I wouldn't tell and said too much already.

Monday we stayed home all day lounging in bed until it was time for me to start dinner at 1:00. I made slow cooked baby back ribs, so had to start it super early.

Hey, I'm a late sleeper, so 1:00 is super early to me.

I cleaned the ribs and even removed the membrane on the bone side.

The only great baby back rib is ones that have the membrane removed.

Then I made my own rub, rubbed it one real liberally and then let the ribs sit for a while so they would absorb the rub flavors.

Absorbed flavor it best.

When it was time to cook them, I turned on the oven.

I didn't want the ribs to dry out on the grill, so I baked them at 250 degrees for about three hours before I put them on the grill.

Next I put the ribs on the grill with indirect heat for another hour or so.

Sounds like I know what I'm doing, doesn't it? Thanks to Google, I did.

While I waited for the ribs to slow cook, I made cole slaw.

Thank you for the prepackaged shredded cabbage and Marie's dressing. Don't tell anyone, k?

Soon it was time to put the BBQ sauce on the ribs and finish cooking them.

Apply sauce liberally.

While the ribs browned, I made the corn on the cob. I love corn on the cob.

This time of year frozen corn is best. The fresh stuff is too small and even more tasteless.

Soon the ribs and corn was done and it was time to eat.

I was friggin starved by now.

We pigged out and enjoyed a great meal.

Damn, it was good!

Then Lori cleaned up.

You remember, I cook, she cleans up.

The cleaning was soon done and we retired to the bed chamber for debauchery and other naughty stuff.

And it was good.

We watched a movie too.

A horror for Lori and a sex one for me. Well, her too.

Then we cuddled and held each other tight until we fell asleep.

No, that was until I started sweating profusely and then Lori moved over.

All in all, except for the profuse sweating, a great weekend was had by all.

How was your weekend?

How was your weekend?

Mine was a good one. It was a three-day weekend, so I had an extra day with Lori.

Long weekends with my baby is a special treat.

Friday we got pizza for dinner like we always do.

We love pizza.

Saturday we ran a few errands and then went grocery shopping.

I love grocery shopping. Yea, I know that's weird, but humor me.

I made brats with sauerkraut for dinner. I added a little brown sugar and caraway seeds to give it a special touch.

Try it, you'll like it!

Sunday we went to our real life friends place for a BBQ. We had a great time and stayed longer than we should have. The girls got drunk and started........

Wait! I promised I wouldn't tell and said too much already.

Monday we stayed home all day lounging in bed until it was time for me to start dinner at 1:00. I made slow cooked baby back ribs, so had to start it super early.

Hey, I'm a late sleeper, so 1:00 is super early to me.

I cleaned the ribs and even removed the membrane on the bone side.

The only great baby back rib is ones that have the membrane removed.

Then I made my own rub, rubbed it one real liberally and then let the ribs sit for a while so they would absorb the rub flavors.

Absorbed flavor it best.

When it was time to cook them, I turned on the oven.

I didn't want the ribs to dry out on the grill, so I baked them at 250 degrees for about three hours before I put them on the grill.

Next I put the ribs on the grill with indirect heat for another hour or so.

Sounds like I know what I'm doing, doesn't it? Thanks to Google, I did.

While I waited for the ribs to slow cook, I made cole slaw.

Thank you for the prepackaged shredded cabbage and Marie's dressing. Don't tell anyone, k?

Soon it was time to put the BBQ sauce on the ribs and finish cooking them.

Apply sauce liberally.

While the ribs browned, I made the corn on the cob. I love corn on the cob.

This time of year frozen corn is best. The fresh stuff is too small and even more tasteless.

Soon the ribs and corn was done and it was time to eat.

I was friggin starved by now.

We pigged out and enjoyed a great meal.

Damn, it was good!

Then Lori cleaned up.

You remember, I cook, she cleans up.

The cleaning was soon done and we retired to the bed chamber for debauchery and other naughty stuff.

And it was good.

We watched a movie too.

A horror for Lori and a sex one for me. Well, her too.

Then we cuddled and held each other tight until we fell asleep.

No, that was until I started sweating profusely and then Lori moved over.

All in all, except for the profuse sweating, a great weekend was had by all.

How was your weekend?

Friday, May 23, 2008

Memorial Day


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As we stand here looking
At the flags upon these graves
Know these flags represent
A few of the true American brave

They fought for their Country
As man has through all of time
Except that these soldiers lying here
Fought for your country and mine

As we all are gathered here
To pay them our respect
Let's pass this word to others
It's what they would expect

I'm sure that they would do it
If it were me or you
To show we did not die in vein
But for the red, white and blue.

Let's pass on to our children
And to those who never knew
What these soldiers died for
It's the least we can do

Let's not forget their families
Great pain they had to bear
Losing a son, father or husband
They need to know we still care

No matter which war was fought
On the day that they died
I stand here looking at these flags
Filled with American pride.

So as the bugler plays out Taps
With its sweet and eerie sound
Pray for these soldiers lying here
In this sacred, hallowed ground.

Take home with you a sense of pride
You were here Memorial Day.
Celebrating the way Americans should
On this solemnest of days.

© 1999 by Michelle Keim,
Commander of Royersford VFW Post 6341 in PA.

Memorial Day


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As we stand here looking
At the flags upon these graves
Know these flags represent
A few of the true American brave

They fought for their Country
As man has through all of time
Except that these soldiers lying here
Fought for your country and mine

As we all are gathered here
To pay them our respect
Let's pass this word to others
It's what they would expect

I'm sure that they would do it
If it were me or you
To show we did not die in vein
But for the red, white and blue.

Let's pass on to our children
And to those who never knew
What these soldiers died for
It's the least we can do

Let's not forget their families
Great pain they had to bear
Losing a son, father or husband
They need to know we still care

No matter which war was fought
On the day that they died
I stand here looking at these flags
Filled with American pride.

So as the bugler plays out Taps
With its sweet and eerie sound
Pray for these soldiers lying here
In this sacred, hallowed ground.

Take home with you a sense of pride
You were here Memorial Day.
Celebrating the way Americans should
On this solemnest of days.

© 1999 by Michelle Keim,
Commander of Royersford VFW Post 6341 in PA.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Tits for Troops HNT

I came across the bestest web site ever, Tits for Troops. One of the "owners of the blog is the very hot and sexy Vixen. They started this blog as their way of showing support for our troops that are helping fight the war against terrorism. At least that what I surmised. They asked the ladies to send in pictures of their tits as a way to show how much they support the troops.

Please don’t be afraid to send in your shots. You can remain anonymous or I can link you anyway you please. If you would like to send in a picture(s) to contribute, email me! Doesn’t have to be anything special, just snap and send me your boobs. It was decided that any of you guys who would like to submit certainly may. As long as they are boobs/chests/pecks, I’ll post ‘em!

As much as I LOVE looking at women's tits, I got to thinking that the troops may not want to see just women's tits, but maybe, just maybe, they would want to see man tits too. So I sent an email to Vixen asking her if us men could show our support too. Guess what? The answer was yes! Today, I'm proud to say, my contribution was posted.


I know I've posted this for HNT already and it shows more than just my tits. But hey, if your into old, fat guys in their bulging underwear, then you'll appreciate it. Or you can just laugh, your choice. Regardless, show your support for the troops and flash your tits at the Tits for Troops web site.

Happy Tits for Troops HNT!

Tits for Troops HNT

I came across the bestest web site ever, Tits for Troops. One of the "owners of the blog is the very hot and sexy Vixen. They started this blog as their way of showing support for our troops that are helping fight the war against terrorism. At least that what I surmised. They asked the ladies to send in pictures of their tits as a way to show how much they support the troops.

Please don’t be afraid to send in your shots. You can remain anonymous or I can link you anyway you please. If you would like to send in a picture(s) to contribute, email me! Doesn’t have to be anything special, just snap and send me your boobs. It was decided that any of you guys who would like to submit certainly may. As long as they are boobs/chests/pecks, I’ll post ‘em!

As much as I LOVE looking at women's tits, I got to thinking that the troops may not want to see just women's tits, but maybe, just maybe, they would want to see man tits too. So I sent an email to Vixen asking her if us men could show our support too. Guess what? The answer was yes! Today, I'm proud to say, my contribution was posted.


I know I've posted this for HNT already and it shows more than just my tits. But hey, if your into old, fat guys in their bulging underwear, then you'll appreciate it. Or you can just laugh, your choice. Regardless, show your support for the troops and flash your tits at the Tits for Troops web site.

Happy Tits for Troops HNT!

Content Warning

Don't ya just love it when your checking out blogs and see this? It makes me realize how much fun blogging can be.

Content Warning

Don't ya just love it when your checking out blogs and see this? It makes me realize how much fun blogging can be.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

How you doin'?

Lori got here Monday afternoon. Since the weather sucks, we didn't go out. My son worked from 8AM until around 5PM. We had to find something else to occupy our time. We did and we had fun. :-)

Now for something to occupy your time if you can't think of something to do or your kids are home and won't leave you guys alone.

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How you doin'?

Lori got here Monday afternoon. Since the weather sucks, we didn't go out. My son worked from 8AM until around 5PM. We had to find something else to occupy our time. We did and we had fun. :-)

Now for something to occupy your time if you can't think of something to do or your kids are home and won't leave you guys alone.

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A whole new generation of future adults are growing up on the internet, learning about life and love from pornography. What has porn been teaching them? (very mature themes, but not graphic)


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Friday, May 16, 2008

Nice tits!

I was watching Bounty Girls and the chick on the right has a very low cut top and has really nice natural tits. I hate those fake ones. Give me real ones any day, even if they are a bit saggy, they still look a lot better than fake tits.

Sorry, I got side tracked.

The real reason I'm posting is to give you an update of my life as it is.

1. Tuesday the gas company is sending the installer over to do a walk through. I decided to switch my heat from oil to natural gas. Paying almost $4.00 a gallon for fuel oil has broken me. I also getting a gas pool heater. It's kind of expensive, but I'm worth it, don't you think?

2. Lori was here all week, because my son was on vacation in the Dominican Republic with his girl friend. I really like it when she's her all the time. Hopefully it won't be long before we get our kids settled on their own, so she can stay permanently. Four adult kids just don't fit in one small bedroom.

3. This afternoon Lori caught the ferry out of Orient Point for Connecticut where her brother was picking her up. She'll be there for the weekend and then back here sometime Monday afternoon. This is one of three weekends a year that she goes to her brother's and a trip to the Brimfield Fair Massive Million Acre Yard Sale. Okay, it's not really a million acres, but there are hundreds of vendors selling anything you can imagine.

4. I miss her. :-(

5. I picked up my son at John F. Kennedy International Airport in Queens, New York this evening. Fucking traffic was so heavy! The 44.6 mile trip that was supposed to take 58 minutes, took two fucking hours! Friday night rush hour traffic in the New York City metro area sucks monkey balls!

6. Once we got home, I drowned my sorrow in gin & tonics and pizza with sausage and meatballs. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be watching what I eat, but I needed my pizza. I was in pain. Can you blame me?

That's about it for now. Have a good weekend y'all!

Nice tits!

I was watching Bounty Girls and the chick on the right has a very low cut top and has really nice natural tits. I hate those fake ones. Give me real ones any day, even if they are a bit saggy, they still look a lot better than fake tits.

Sorry, I got side tracked.

The real reason I'm posting is to give you an update of my life as it is.

1. Tuesday the gas company is sending the installer over to do a walk through. I decided to switch my heat from oil to natural gas. Paying almost $4.00 a gallon for fuel oil has broken me. I also getting a gas pool heater. It's kind of expensive, but I'm worth it, don't you think?

2. Lori was here all week, because my son was on vacation in the Dominican Republic with his girl friend. I really like it when she's her all the time. Hopefully it won't be long before we get our kids settled on their own, so she can stay permanently. Four adult kids just don't fit in one small bedroom.

3. This afternoon Lori caught the ferry out of Orient Point for Connecticut where her brother was picking her up. She'll be there for the weekend and then back here sometime Monday afternoon. This is one of three weekends a year that she goes to her brother's and a trip to the Brimfield Fair Massive Million Acre Yard Sale. Okay, it's not really a million acres, but there are hundreds of vendors selling anything you can imagine.

4. I miss her. :-(

5. I picked up my son at John F. Kennedy International Airport in Queens, New York this evening. Fucking traffic was so heavy! The 44.6 mile trip that was supposed to take 58 minutes, took two fucking hours! Friday night rush hour traffic in the New York City metro area sucks monkey balls!

6. Once we got home, I drowned my sorrow in gin & tonics and pizza with sausage and meatballs. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be watching what I eat, but I needed my pizza. I was in pain. Can you blame me?

That's about it for now. Have a good weekend y'all!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Honoring the Third Anniversary of HNT

This week Os asked us to make an HNT post celebrating HNT's 3rd anniversary. The theme is "Three". No rules, no guidelines, no nothing, just make it a "Three" post.

"Thanks a lot Os! A lot of help that is!"

So I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought, until I couldn't thunk no more and finally came up with this. It's a replay of an HNT post from 2006 when I was a wee lad of three years old.

Three years old qualifies as the "Three", right?

This is a picture of my mom, my brother Rodney and me in front of our house in Huntington Station, Long Island, New York. This was taken in 1951. I figured I couldn't go wrong if I posted it, because the chicks seem to love my baby pictures and the guys will like looking at the old cars. There are bonus points if you can tell what the car is behind us.


HAPPY HNT ANNIVERSARY OS!

Honoring the Third Anniversary of HNT

This week Os asked us to make an HNT post celebrating HNT's 3rd anniversary. The theme is "Three". No rules, no guidelines, no nothing, just make it a "Three" post.

"Thanks a lot Os! A lot of help that is!"

So I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought and I thought, until I couldn't thunk no more and finally came up with this. It's a replay of an HNT post from 2006 when I was a wee lad of three years old.

Three years old qualifies as the "Three", right?

This is a picture of my mom, my brother Rodney and me in front of our house in Huntington Station, Long Island, New York. This was taken in 1951. I figured I couldn't go wrong if I posted it, because the chicks seem to love my baby pictures and the guys will like looking at the old cars. There are bonus points if you can tell what the car is behind us.


HAPPY HNT ANNIVERSARY OS!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Chapter 5: Advanced Individual Training (AIT) - Part 1

I think it's time for another one of my army stories. Well, that and I ain't got nothing else.

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Basic training at Fort Jackson was very difficult, so we were all extremely happy to get it over with. Now it was time for all of the trainees that graduated basic training, to go our new assignment, Advanced Individual Training (AIT). AIT is where we learn the job we would do for the next two years. I was selected to be one of the sacrificial lambs and train as a grunt, (i.e., infantryman), so I didn’t leave Fort Jackson. I was just sent to another part of the base.

Approximately 22% of the trainees that completed Basic Combat Training remained at Fort Jackson for additional training, 6% for nine weeks of Vietnam-oriented Advanced Individual Infantry Training conducted by the 3d Training Brigade, and 16% for Combat Support Training conducted by the 4th Training Brigade. The remaining 78% of the trainees completing Basic Combat Training proceeded to advanced training at schools or with units located else where throughout the continental United States.

I was one of the lucky 6% assigned to the 3d Training Brigade (Company D, 11th Battalion, 3d Training Brigade) for Vietnam-oriented training. I didn't know it at the time, but it was now chiseled in stone that that I was destined for Vietnam to serve as an infantryman. Here is a list of some of the cool things I was introduced to in AIT.

The 3d Training Brigade conducted Vietnam-oriented Advanced Individual Training instruction in light and heavy infantry weapons, to include the following: (1) Radio Communications Training (11B-10 Hours; 11C&H-l2 Hours); (2) Land Navigation (18 Hours); (3) Survival, Escape, and Evasion (9 Hours); (4) Squad Tactical Training (56 Hours); (5) M16 Rifle (11B-28 Hours; 11C&H 4 Hours); (6) M79 Grenade Launcher and XM148 System, which is a combination of the M79 and Ml6 Rifle (4 Hours); (7) M60 Machine Gun (40 Hours); (8) M72 and 3.5-inch Rocket Launcher (6 Hours); (9) 81 MM Mortar (74 Hours); (10) 4.2 Inch Mortar (26 Hours); (11) 90MM Recoilless Rifle (16 Hours); and (12) 106MM Recoilless Rifle (48 Hours).

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Since my AIT was on the same base, the bus ride from the basic training company area to our new home at AIT, was a short one. During the trip we were quite rowdy. It felt so good to be finished with basic and finished with all the crap we endured and being treated like shit. So good, that we just had to let it out. A couple times we drove past men still in basic training marching or running and razzed them as we passed.

Most of us didn't really think about what was in store for us next until we approached our new home. The first thing I noticed were the new barracks we would be staying in. These barracks were made from red bricks and had only been in use for a couple of years. Inside and out, they looked like hotels compared from the drafty, old wooden "temporary" WWII era barracks we've stayed in since induction day.

Fort Jackson took a big step in the long temporary-to-permanent building process in June 1966. At that time the 3d Training Brigade became the first unit to occupy the new brick permanent buildings on Post. These units consisted of one chapel, one Brigade Headquarters, two Battalion Headquarters, two Consolidated Messes, one gymnasium, eight barracks, two orderly/supply room complexes, one dispensary, one Post Exchange, and a motor pool. This complex, housed in the first permanent brick buildings erected on the 49- year old Post, marked the beginning of the Post’s transition from wood buildings to brick.

Our trucks were met by our new drill instructors barking out orders to hurry up and fall in. Unlike the first day when we arrived at basic training, this time we knew exactly what to do and were standing at attention in formation before you knew it. Also unlike that first day in basic, we were given orders to 'stand at ease' as soon as we were all set.

I our drill instructors, DIs, introduced themselves to us and gave us a brief lecture about where we were and what was in store for us. Then we were sent into the barracks in groups and assigned to our rooms. Yes, room! No more long barracks of bunk beds, we had rooms. Each room had four sets of bunk beds and wall lockers for each of us. I don't remember if we had foot lockers or not. Pretty soon we were marched over to the supply room and issued bedding and than marched back to the barracks to make our bunks and put away our uniforms and personal belongings.

It wasn't long before it was chow time (e.g., supper). The DIs walked up and down the halls ordering us to fall out and stand in formation. The mess hall was just as nice as the barracks; new, large and clean. I'm sure it wasn't, but the food even tasted better.

KP here was also better than in basic. It still started, I think, at 4:30 or 5:00 am, but the cooks all treated you better. Most jobs on KP were handed out on a first come, first serve basis. Meaning the first guy in line outside the mess hall in the morning got to pick his job first and the last guy in line got what ever was left. But the mess sergeant had final say in what you did. If you worked hard and did a good job, he'd usually make sure you'd get one of the better jobs. If you were a screw up, no matter what position you were in line, you were guaranteed a crappy job.

Everyone helped take turns serving the food, which was good, because that meant you got to eat before everyone else. The best job was being assigned to the store room. Your job was to keep the store room neat and clean and help unload the supply truck when it came in and then put away the supplies. Other than that, you just sat around on boxes in the store room between meal periods until someone came in a wanted something. The worst jobs were washing dishes and the pots and pans. You also helped the cooks and fetched things for them when they needed something. Another job I didn't like was cleaning up the dinning area after meals. You weren't allowed to even begin cleaning until the mess hall was empty and that meant you were usually the last to get off duty.

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I have written so much more, but I'm saving it for that imaginary book I'm writing. Who wants a copy? LOL

Chapter 5: Advanced Individual Training (AIT) - Part 1

I think it's time for another one of my army stories. Well, that and I ain't got nothing else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Basic training at Fort Jackson was very difficult, so we were all extremely happy to get it over with. Now it was time for all of the trainees that graduated basic training, to go our new assignment, Advanced Individual Training (AIT). AIT is where we learn the job we would do for the next two years. I was selected to be one of the sacrificial lambs and train as a grunt, (i.e., infantryman), so I didn’t leave Fort Jackson. I was just sent to another part of the base.

Approximately 22% of the trainees that completed Basic Combat Training remained at Fort Jackson for additional training, 6% for nine weeks of Vietnam-oriented Advanced Individual Infantry Training conducted by the 3d Training Brigade, and 16% for Combat Support Training conducted by the 4th Training Brigade. The remaining 78% of the trainees completing Basic Combat Training proceeded to advanced training at schools or with units located else where throughout the continental United States.

I was one of the lucky 6% assigned to the 3d Training Brigade (Company D, 11th Battalion, 3d Training Brigade) for Vietnam-oriented training. I didn't know it at the time, but it was now chiseled in stone that that I was destined for Vietnam to serve as an infantryman. Here is a list of some of the cool things I was introduced to in AIT.

The 3d Training Brigade conducted Vietnam-oriented Advanced Individual Training instruction in light and heavy infantry weapons, to include the following: (1) Radio Communications Training (11B-10 Hours; 11C&H-l2 Hours); (2) Land Navigation (18 Hours); (3) Survival, Escape, and Evasion (9 Hours); (4) Squad Tactical Training (56 Hours); (5) M16 Rifle (11B-28 Hours; 11C&H 4 Hours); (6) M79 Grenade Launcher and XM148 System, which is a combination of the M79 and Ml6 Rifle (4 Hours); (7) M60 Machine Gun (40 Hours); (8) M72 and 3.5-inch Rocket Launcher (6 Hours); (9) 81 MM Mortar (74 Hours); (10) 4.2 Inch Mortar (26 Hours); (11) 90MM Recoilless Rifle (16 Hours); and (12) 106MM Recoilless Rifle (48 Hours).

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Since my AIT was on the same base, the bus ride from the basic training company area to our new home at AIT, was a short one. During the trip we were quite rowdy. It felt so good to be finished with basic and finished with all the crap we endured and being treated like shit. So good, that we just had to let it out. A couple times we drove past men still in basic training marching or running and razzed them as we passed.

Most of us didn't really think about what was in store for us next until we approached our new home. The first thing I noticed were the new barracks we would be staying in. These barracks were made from red bricks and had only been in use for a couple of years. Inside and out, they looked like hotels compared from the drafty, old wooden "temporary" WWII era barracks we've stayed in since induction day.

Fort Jackson took a big step in the long temporary-to-permanent building process in June 1966. At that time the 3d Training Brigade became the first unit to occupy the new brick permanent buildings on Post. These units consisted of one chapel, one Brigade Headquarters, two Battalion Headquarters, two Consolidated Messes, one gymnasium, eight barracks, two orderly/supply room complexes, one dispensary, one Post Exchange, and a motor pool. This complex, housed in the first permanent brick buildings erected on the 49- year old Post, marked the beginning of the Post’s transition from wood buildings to brick.

Our trucks were met by our new drill instructors barking out orders to hurry up and fall in. Unlike the first day when we arrived at basic training, this time we knew exactly what to do and were standing at attention in formation before you knew it. Also unlike that first day in basic, we were given orders to 'stand at ease' as soon as we were all set.

I our drill instructors, DIs, introduced themselves to us and gave us a brief lecture about where we were and what was in store for us. Then we were sent into the barracks in groups and assigned to our rooms. Yes, room! No more long barracks of bunk beds, we had rooms. Each room had four sets of bunk beds and wall lockers for each of us. I don't remember if we had foot lockers or not. Pretty soon we were marched over to the supply room and issued bedding and than marched back to the barracks to make our bunks and put away our uniforms and personal belongings.

It wasn't long before it was chow time (e.g., supper). The DIs walked up and down the halls ordering us to fall out and stand in formation. The mess hall was just as nice as the barracks; new, large and clean. I'm sure it wasn't, but the food even tasted better.

KP here was also better than in basic. It still started, I think, at 4:30 or 5:00 am, but the cooks all treated you better. Most jobs on KP were handed out on a first come, first serve basis. Meaning the first guy in line outside the mess hall in the morning got to pick his job first and the last guy in line got what ever was left. But the mess sergeant had final say in what you did. If you worked hard and did a good job, he'd usually make sure you'd get one of the better jobs. If you were a screw up, no matter what position you were in line, you were guaranteed a crappy job.

Everyone helped take turns serving the food, which was good, because that meant you got to eat before everyone else. The best job was being assigned to the store room. Your job was to keep the store room neat and clean and help unload the supply truck when it came in and then put away the supplies. Other than that, you just sat around on boxes in the store room between meal periods until someone came in a wanted something. The worst jobs were washing dishes and the pots and pans. You also helped the cooks and fetched things for them when they needed something. Another job I didn't like was cleaning up the dinning area after meals. You weren't allowed to even begin cleaning until the mess hall was empty and that meant you were usually the last to get off duty.

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I have written so much more, but I'm saving it for that imaginary book I'm writing. Who wants a copy? LOL

How to Give CPR

If I ever need CPR, I hope these chicks are the ones to give it to me.

How to Give CPR

If I ever need CPR, I hope these chicks are the ones to give it to me.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Here's something special for you on Mother's Day.


Flowers are so old school. ;-)




Happy Mother's Day

Here's something special for you on Mother's Day.


Flowers are so old school. ;-)




Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Army Days HNT

Forty years ago this week I was drafted into the US Army.














Thirty Eight years ago this week I was discharge with the rank of Specialist E-5. Which ain't bad after just two years. Here's a picture of me right after I got out the hospital after being wounded.


Now after all these years here I am in one of my finer BTExpress moments. I'm happier than I've ever been and living life at it's fullest.


Happy HNT Y'all!

Army Days HNT

Forty years ago this week I was drafted into the US Army.














Thirty Eight years ago this week I was discharge with the rank of Specialist E-5. Which ain't bad after just two years. Here's a picture of me right after I got out the hospital after being wounded.


Now after all these years here I am in one of my finer BTExpress moments. I'm happier than I've ever been and living life at it's fullest.


Happy HNT Y'all!

NEWS FLASH!

My son Brian started back to work on Monday. He's the manager now of the produce department in a new store. He liked it and was glad to finally get back to work and do something other than sit on his ass. He said he can't believe he gets paid so much for doing so little. LOL Everyday it's very slow except for Friday, Saturday & Sunday. The orders are 5 times less and so are the amount of cases of stuff they have to put out each day, than he's old store. He thinks the lack of work will drive him crazy in 6 months tops.

Yesterday I cleaned my kitchen all by myself. Yes, all by myself. Why may you ask am I doing actual manual labor? That's a very good question. Because my cleaning lady does a half ass job and what used to take her 3 to 3 1/2 hours to do, on last visit it she milked it for five hours. At $20 per hour, I'd just rather save the money and do it myself. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway. Mostly sitting on my ass in front of the computer working on my book or looking for new and better porn sites.

I also oiled the kitchen cabinets. The wood is very dry, so it soaked right in most places. I'll put a second coat on oil on today and see how that goes. Then I'll wash the floor. It really needs a good scrubbing. When I got down on my knees to wipe down the lower cabinets, I saw how shitty a job she's been doing on the floor too. This might be a scrub brush on hands and knees type of scrubbing.

The reason I didn't wash the floor yet, was because I made a mess taking apart the dish washer to try and fix the leak. It's still apart, because before I can put it back together, I need to let some silicon sealant dry. I guess I'd better get off my ass and get to work. See ya later alligators!

NEWS FLASH!

My son Brian started back to work on Monday. He's the manager now of the produce department in a new store. He liked it and was glad to finally get back to work and do something other than sit on his ass. He said he can't believe he gets paid so much for doing so little. LOL Everyday it's very slow except for Friday, Saturday & Sunday. The orders are 5 times less and so are the amount of cases of stuff they have to put out each day, than he's old store. He thinks the lack of work will drive him crazy in 6 months tops.

Yesterday I cleaned my kitchen all by myself. Yes, all by myself. Why may you ask am I doing actual manual labor? That's a very good question. Because my cleaning lady does a half ass job and what used to take her 3 to 3 1/2 hours to do, on last visit it she milked it for five hours. At $20 per hour, I'd just rather save the money and do it myself. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway. Mostly sitting on my ass in front of the computer working on my book or looking for new and better porn sites.

I also oiled the kitchen cabinets. The wood is very dry, so it soaked right in most places. I'll put a second coat on oil on today and see how that goes. Then I'll wash the floor. It really needs a good scrubbing. When I got down on my knees to wipe down the lower cabinets, I saw how shitty a job she's been doing on the floor too. This might be a scrub brush on hands and knees type of scrubbing.

The reason I didn't wash the floor yet, was because I made a mess taking apart the dish washer to try and fix the leak. It's still apart, because before I can put it back together, I need to let some silicon sealant dry. I guess I'd better get off my ass and get to work. See ya later alligators!

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Un-Happy Anniversary

Yesterday was the 40th Re-Birthday of the day I was discharged from the US Army and today is the 40th Un-Happy Anniversary of the day I was drafted into the army. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. I was wounded and almost died in Vietnam, but through a series of events after that, I've lead a great life all because of being wounded and serving those two years for Uncle Sam. Yep, I've been a very lucky guy in so many ways.

Un-Happy Anniversary

Yesterday was the 40th Re-Birthday of the day I was discharged from the US Army and today is the 40th Un-Happy Anniversary of the day I was drafted into the army. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. I was wounded and almost died in Vietnam, but through a series of events after that, I've lead a great life all because of being wounded and serving those two years for Uncle Sam. Yep, I've been a very lucky guy in so many ways.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Happy Re-Birthday to Me!!!!!

Forty years ago today I was discharged from the US Army and reborn as a civilian. At least it felt like I was reborn. I spent two years in the army, sent to Vietnam and wounded by a claymore mine after being there for just one-month and two days. I spent almost three months in various hospitals recovering from my many wounds. I turned down a medical discharge, so I was sent to Fort Meade, Maryland for the remaining 16 months of my tour. Those time were some of the best times of my life!

If you haven't done so already, you can read more about those couple of years of my life on my Vietnam story blog.

BTExpress' Vietnam Stories Blog

Happy Re-Birthday to Me!!!!!

Forty years ago today I was discharged from the US Army and reborn as a civilian. At least it felt like I was reborn. I spent two years in the army, sent to Vietnam and wounded by a claymore mine after being there for just one-month and two days. I spent almost three months in various hospitals recovering from my many wounds. I turned down a medical discharge, so I was sent to Fort Meade, Maryland for the remaining 16 months of my tour. Those time were some of the best times of my life!

If you haven't done so already, you can read more about those couple of years of my life on my Vietnam story blog.

BTExpress' Vietnam Stories Blog

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Baby Stoney HNT

Lately I've been reminiscing and here's some more.

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My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.

My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?


It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.

Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.



Happy the Good Old Days HNT!

Baby Stoney HNT

Lately I've been reminiscing and here's some more.

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My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.

My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?


It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.

Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.



Happy the Good Old Days HNT!