“citizen posse going after drunk servicemen).”
Want me to be honest here?
Up there, the remote taverns were the target of your brave men in uniform. They seemed to get the satisfaction of going to those places and busting up the places.
The problem was, they would run into us loggers getting off work in the woods and stopping for a beer before we headed for home. We tended to defend our friends up there.
EVERY GD weekend it was the same until the base stopped them from going out for their night of fun.
It was the county sheriff dept that asked us for help if we happen to stop at those places when the “fun” started.
Lots of brave servicemen got the experience of having a little time in the slammer up there.
I have seen a hell of a lot of fist fights with the giants who had a part of a pint, and been in a few. One in particular, real bad. Was not there for that one, came in just after it was over.
They liked that place - all the loose college queenies.