M14 Forum

XXIV Corps · September 15th, 2011, 09:16 PM

So I will start it off.

While in Vietnam on my last tour I stated to get this strange hunger for a Butterfinger candy bar. This went on for months, it kept popping in my head about eating a Butterfinger candy bar while on guard duty all night, or just about anywhere else three of four times a day. So about a week or two after I came home, I was out with a good friend one night and it popped into my mind again that I need one or two candy bars real bad. I told my friend that I need to get a candy bar, so my friend drove me over to a large store not to far from where we were at and we went in looking for a Butterfingers, it so happens this young guy was restocking the shelves and I saw what I needed, a whole case of Butterfinger candy bars not even opened yet. After paying, we walked on out to my buddy's car and we drove around for hours that night. In the next few hours I consumed almost half the case of candy bars before I quit. And yes I was sick of them for more than 25 years after that night. But I still have one or two a month now!

Zardoz · September 15th, 2011, 10:53 PM

When I got back from Germany, I had a serious craving for a burrito supreme from Taco Bell. I was still in my Class A's when my brother and I borrowed the family car to make the "run for the border". We were barreling down a major street doing about 50 trying to beat the light when it turned red, and having driven only an 8-inch howitzer or a '548 for 2 years, I STOOD on the brake pedal. Once my brother unglued his face from the windshield, he gave me the stink eye, and all I could do was go "Sorry man...not used to driving a CAR."

We did make it to Taco Bell, and I ate my $20 worth of burrito supremes. My brother is still leery of my driving, however.

M21guy · September 16th, 2011, 05:37 AM

I woke up one morning at home and all my firearms were gone from my room. Worried as to what happened to them, so I looked around the house. I found them down stairs completely disassembled, laid out nice and neat on a blanket. Part by part. I had no recollection of doing it.

45.308 · September 16th, 2011, 07:20 AM

Sat down on a toilet, read a magazine in peace and quite, cleaned up the backside with quality Form 1 and then flushed. I had tears in my eyes.

Swamp Rat · September 16th, 2011, 07:28 AM

I left it on the mountain.

Seventh Fleet · September 16th, 2011, 02:17 PM

Once we left Pearl Harbor headed West, when the fresh bread and milk ran out we'd picked up in Pearl, we knew that we wouldn't have any more for the next 9-10 months until we came back to the world.

To answer your question, fresh milk was was what I started craving for most of all. We could get great beer in Hong Kong or Kaoshuing or Subic Bay, when we went there for R&R or to rearm, but even San Miguel beer couldn't take the place of real honest to goodness good old American cow's milk. While we were deployed to the Seventh Fleet there was nothing but sterilised milk in #10 cans that tasted like pure crap.

Actually the thing I missed the most was round eyed American women!!!!

7th

MJ1 · September 16th, 2011, 03:28 PM

I went looking for adrenalin

And the good Lord gave 30 guys to beat up every Sunday.

dwight55 · September 16th, 2011, 03:28 PM

I never met a Navy cook that could fix a hamburger deluxe like most of the establishments in San Diego.

There may have been one or two out there, . . . but they didn't ride my destroyers or the tenders on which we ate.

Burger N fries, . . . large Coke, please.

May God bless,
Dwight

XUSNORDIE · September 16th, 2011, 03:39 PM

Which time?.....I returned several times.....LOL

I guess the strangest thing would be coming home fresh from a "stay" in the PI (Philippines). I went to the bars with my buds...still wearing the same pants I had on when I boarded the lift in Manilla, and again in Kadina (Okinawa) and again in Diego Garcia, and again in Adak and again at Miramar, and again at O'hare and then BWI...

Anyhow....my pockets were filled with Peso's.....yup....I got twisted drunk and had to do this in a flopper (strip) bar in Baltimore on Pulaski Hwy (hey I slept for the 72 hour flights!).....first club, I leaned back on the dance floor with a dollar rolled in my mouth (in the PI the dancer would squat and "take" it)...dancer didn't get it, and I was "escorted" out...my buds where thinking I was nuts....second club......I started stacking my Peso's on the dancefloor....the dancer looked at me confused, leaned down, I told her why I was doing it....can you beleive I got smacked by a stripper?....and "escorted" out.....once my buds picked me up I had to get some food.....I immediately thought "meat on a stick" like the PI.....I wouldn't shut up about it.....as I am told...because all I remember is waking up the next morning in the bushes along the side of my friends house with some chicken Mcnuggets stuck on a twig in my hand....

Not sure if went "long time" or "short time" that night.....but thought for sure at first I was lost somewhere in Subic Bay.....not Timonium Maryland!

Carry On!

Michael · September 16th, 2011, 09:36 PM

I hated running bars and clubs with groups. As just posted, there would be one guy wh couldn't maintain and we'd end up spending the whole eveing dealing wit him and trying to prevent trouble-usually failing.

I always rode a bike and hit the spots alone-still do.

You learn to read situations and act accordingly pretty quickly.

Paying attention and acting accordingly usually will keep one out of trouble.

nSquid · September 17th, 2011, 07:13 AM

Like XUSNORDIE says; which time? I was doing FBM patrols. 70 days completely out of touch with the World. Lucky if your SO sent out all 5 of the 16 word Familygrams and you got them.

Each patrol had a different theme. What we were going to eat first when we got back to Charleston SC, what we were going to drive first, what we were going to screw first and how long.

Rode the boat back from Rota, Spain to Charleston for Blue Crew to take. After 70 days of grey paint and simulated woodgrain paneling I went topside right at dusk, near Christmas time. Long, quiet twilight after sunset, the sky a million shades of red. Not much of anything is red in a submarine, just the fire extinguishers. Me and the Topside Watch just stared at the sunset for maybe a half hour, transfixed.

Yeah, different every time.

bigbang · September 17th, 2011, 07:43 AM

We touched down on an airbase near Hamburg, I had my gear in a uge dufflebag and the back scrubber dangeling at the ouside. I took the metro to the main station and... stormed Kentucky Fried Chicken.
At 0500 in the morning.
Wolf

CharlieEcho · September 17th, 2011, 09:04 AM

NASGlenview; Flight line Geedunk; Oriental Navy wife cooked in the mornings. One day my flight was leaving in a rush, I had breakfast on the grill. Sausage links, Eggs and Toast. I asked the lady to make a sandwich out of it all with a slice of cheese added. Next day; Toast, Cheese and Sausage links sandwich. Got to be a regular thing with a lot of the guys. My wife could never quite match those breakfast sandwiches. Now I'm getting hunger.