Thanks, man. Heroin & marijuana were hitting us hard in 1971, s*** from the Golden Triangle. Freaks were doing dope & getting nailed in urinalysis (it all started then). They popped hot just to get sent back to the world but wound up in LBJ (Long Binh Jail) instead.
We’d get done flying & head for the club, little airconditioned shack. Long as you got smashed every night it proved you weren’t a doper. Attendance was mandatory & as long as you were up at oh-dark-thirty to preflight your A/C & make your takeoff it was OK.
We were young & crazy so mox nix.
Then I got deployed at age 55 in 2003, CWO older than dirt. P***ed me off no end to get in theater and NO alcohol. Court martial offense as bad as drugs.
For health & welfare? Oh hell no, it was so we wouldn’t offend the Muslims. Ironic since this was Uzbekistan where locals traded us vodka for Playboys (also verboten).
Retired now but it was fun times.
“Then I got deployed at age 55 in 2003, CWO older than dirt. P***ed me off no end to get in theater and NO alcohol. Court martial offense as bad as drugs.”
Holy cow! Were you a CWO after you hit Islamshitstan in 2003 or did you earn the rank before? Most CWOs I knew were WW II guys. And being deployed at age 55 most have raised a few complaints amongst your bones.
Would be fun to drink a beer with you.
Best wishes to you and yours. Semper fi!