I met this ex-Army sniper dude today

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Needless to say, there are countless ticking ptsd time bombs out there.
You have no idea.

He made sure to park his Jeep in the shade so the ammo wouldn't start going off in the heat.
 
I've met probably 10 people who said they were snipers. I've met one who actually was.
 
Bronzeage's Rule: Everyone who was ever in the Navy, was a SEAL.

And everyone in the Army, a sniper.

Damn straight. I remember back in 69, on my belly crawling through muck and mire. I snuck right up on them bastards. Got three before they knew what hit 'em. God damn beer cans didn't stand a chance.........




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Bronzeage's Rule: Everyone who was ever in the Navy, was a SEAL.

And everyone in the Army, a sniper.
That's what it usually boils down to. Some of 'em get kinda shitty when you call them liars, too. Like when Vette gets up in arms when you call him a racist. It's that whole seeing yourself in the mirror thing.
 
Bronzeage's Rule: Everyone who was ever in the Navy, was a SEAL.

And everyone in the Army, a sniper.

Can't wait to hear what you think about the Air Force and Marines. You might throw in the Coast Guard while you're at it.
 
most of the guys i've met from the air force had decent jobs and tried to tell me the air force was like going to college, but getting paid for it.
 
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most of the guys i'm met from the air force had decent jobs and tried to tell me the air force was like going to college, but getting paid for it.

That's pretty much how it is. Even their boot camp is more of a moderate workout at the YMCA.
 
Needless to say, there are countless ticking ptsd time bombs out there.
You have no idea.

He made sure to park his Jeep in the shade so the ammo wouldn't start going off in the heat.

Yeah, I work with one of those.:rolleyes:

If he payed as much attention to sniping as he does his everyday work...
 
most of the guys i've met from the air force had decent jobs and tried to tell me the air force was like going to college, but getting paid for it.

March 1970, I came off FireBase Vagal just west of the A Shau valley on a trip to Da Nang to pick up parts for the 8" howitzer I was working on. I'd been on that hill top with B Battery 1/83rd Artillery for two weeks. I had a friend of mine from the battery in the passenger seat of the Jeep and another friend ( a grunt) from the 101st manning the M60 that was on the gun mount in the rear seat. None of us had more then a helmet bath in a while and we were looking pretty grungy.

We joined a convoy going over the Hi Van pass (no one wanted to make that drive by themselves) and drove to Da Nang. We found the parts depot, picked up the parts we needed and started back.

We got lost and ended up driving through an Air Force base. All three of us were stunned when we drove passed a two story barracks and saw that each window had an air conditioner unit hanging from it. None of us had seen air conditioning since we left the states.

We spotted a club and decided to stop for a beer before we hit the road. When we pulled up to the door a guy in a suit and tie stepped out and told us that it was an officers club and we couldn't go in. We ask if he would buy us a six pack to go. He refused. About then I heard the sound of an M60 bolt cycling. When I looked behind me the guy on the 60 had it locked, loaded and pointed over the suited dudes head.

All he said was,"We really would like those beers."

I thought the guy in the suit was going to shit his pants. He stammered and stuttered about getting it for us, took our money and disappeared inside. My butt was puckering because I figured he was calling the MP's. Fortunately he didn't. He reappeared a few minutes later with a case of beer. We took it, waved and got the hell out of there before the P's did show up.

We made it back to Vagal without incident. While the guy in the suit was getting our beer, my friend in the passenger seat had jumped out and grabbed one of the air conditioners from a window. I bet there was one pissed Air Force dude that night. Unfortunately we discovered we didn't have a gen set big enough to run the damn thing. It ended up as a bunker decoration.


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I'd tell you guys about my time as a sniper but it's all super double top secret stuff and I'd have to kill you.
 
I'd tell you guys about my time as a sniper but it's all super double top secret stuff and I'd have to kill you.

I used to work with a retired Army sniper. I'm pretty sure he was a sniper, because he never mentioned anything about it to anyone.
 
You people live sheltered lives.
While I feel like most "snipers" you will meet have most likely never served a second in the Army, you are correct in stating that yes, there are men and women walking around out there that do need help. I think it's safe to say picking a jeep in camo has nothing to do with PTSD, and further fuels misconceptions about mental injury while serving. Also, I'm pretty sure he was a liar.
 
I assure you my husband has his gun on him 24/7 while in country. He is surely not a sniper as a result. People tell tall tales though and people who are special forces for a branch or snipers don't just come out and start talking about it.
 
March 1970, I came off FireBase Vagal just west of the A Shau valley on a trip to Da Nang to pick up parts for the 8" howitzer I was working on. I'd been on that hill top with B Battery 1/83rd Artillery for two weeks. I had a friend of mine from the battery in the passenger seat of the Jeep and another friend ( a grunt) from the 101st manning the M60 that was on the gun mount in the rear seat. None of us had more then a helmet bath in a while and we were looking pretty grungy.

We joined a convoy going over the Hi Van pass (no one wanted to make that drive by themselves) and drove to Da Nang. We found the parts depot, picked up the parts we needed and started back.

We got lost and ended up driving through an Air Force base. All three of us were stunned when we drove passed a two story barracks and saw that each window had an air conditioner unit hanging from it. None of us had seen air conditioning since we left the states.

We spotted a club and decided to stop for a beer before we hit the road. When we pulled up to the door a guy in a suit and tie stepped out and told us that it was an officers club and we couldn't go in. We ask if he would buy us a six pack to go. He refused. About then I heard the sound of an M60 bolt cycling. When I looked behind me the guy on the 60 had it locked, loaded and pointed over the suited dudes head.

All he said was,"We really would like those beers."

I thought the guy in the suit was going to shit his pants. He stammered and stuttered about getting it for us, took our money and disappeared inside. My butt was puckering because I figured he was calling the MP's. Fortunately he didn't. He reappeared a few minutes later with a case of beer. We took it, waved and got the hell out of there before the P's did show up.

We made it back to Vagal without incident. While the guy in the suit was getting our beer, my friend in the passenger seat had jumped out and grabbed one of the air conditioners from a window. I bet there was one pissed Air Force dude that night. Unfortunately we discovered we didn't have a gen set big enough to run the damn thing. It ended up as a bunker decoration.


Comshaw
If this story is not true, I do not want to know. I'm going to take it as gospel and enjoy it as such.
 
Needless to say, there are countless ticking ptsd time bombs out there.
You have no idea.

He made sure to park his Jeep in the shade so the ammo wouldn't start going off in the heat.

Be careful around PTSD-stricken war veterans. Many of them are mentally unstable and it doesn't take very much to make them very angry and possibly even violent.
 
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