We’ve had a couple of posers here on FR as well.
Some claiming all sorts of things.
But somehow they always seem to trip up on the details.
As I like to say, I spent my time drinking beer and chasing Frauleins. Pretty much summed up my military career as a treadhead in the Pearhead Division (3rd AD).
I still like the one who claimed to have been “buried for days” in the rubble of the Marine barracks in Beirut.
I know you are talking about Freepers, not the jackass in the article. And you probably know this, but this yahoo's phony details were big enough to trip a tank.
I was in the 10th Group during the same period this joker was in the Army. Way back in the glorious Reagan years. Things might have changed a great in the meantime, but Specialist was an E-4 back then. Pretty low rank for 8 years of service. I left an E-5, Sgt, after 3 years.
Perhaps more depressing than this jerk himself is the fact that it took so long to identify his crimes. For crying out loud, he claimed in his bio that:
"In August of 1982, [Command Sergeant Major] Wright was ordered to Fort Bragg, N.C., where he became a member of the U.S. Military Special Operations Command for over 25 years."
I dare say probably few/nobody has been a CSM for 25 years. It would probably take that long to achieve that extremely high non-comm rank. Especially during years where there was little combat even going on for US troops.
This guy and many like him are scum! The kind I’d love to run into and shame until they burst in tears
There are more people claiming to be be Vietnam Vet’s than the total of those who served in Vietnam. As you said, those of us who did serve can sniff them out rather easily. Not sure why they do it but a person who served honorably gets the same amount of respect from me as one who saw combat. There’s no real glory in war, just allot of hurt and destroyed bodies and minds.
So I was flying my Messerschmitt Me 262 into Canada. Was flying to attack the redcoats in Niagra falls. I’m doing mach 26 when all of the sudden, the fan belt goes out on me. And I dont have a spare! But what I do have is a pair of nylon stockings that I was saving up to use to pick up any Canadian chick in Toronto. you know, after the war, when we will have occupied it. So, I tie a rope around the joystick of the plane, and the other end of the rope around my waist so that I wont fall. I hit a switch to put the plane into auto-pilot, flip open the canopy, and crawl out onto the nose cone of the plane and pop open the engine hood. Sure enough the fan belt is broken. So I replace it with the nylon stockings. Satisfied that it would hold, I close the hood, get back into my cockpit, and continue on with my successful bombing run.
Yeah remember speedaddiction? The Army Ranger.
Most imposters were women pretending to be gorgeous with pics etc
Or men possibly pretending to be recon rangers or spies