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There I was again, in my B-17, the Boeing Constrictor -- Over Schweinhausbergenhafen, with three engines burning, one of them turning...

...and the autopilot had just bailed out with the last parachute, leaving me with a silkworm and a needle. I was one busy motherforker...
1967, Quang Tri Provence, standing alone, knee deep in grenade pins, when Uncle Ho and 2000 NVA regulars (not smalls, not larges, but regulars) come waltzing down the trail, and they was open for business.......
 
1967, Quang Tri Provence, standing alone, knee deep in grenade pins, when Uncle Ho and 2000 NVA regulars (not smalls, not larges, but regulars) come waltzing down the trail, and they was open for business.......
Circa 70' East St Louis. I noticed 9mm bullets will bounce off car door....no idea what ammo it was in obviously. Pretty sure my +P 9mm would penetrate. Cars did have heavier metal body work back then. One reason I like a short AR....

Bubba
 
Circa 70' East St Louis. I noticed 9mm bullets will bounce off car door....no idea what ammo it was in obviously. Pretty sure my +P 9mm would penetrate. Cars did have heavier metal body work back then. One reason I like a short AR....

Bubba
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I saw a guy shot 9 times in mid section with 9mm fmj
The guy was just out of the Pen and doing work filling an underground tank.
He had holes every where .I was afraid to give him drinks
 
My step brother got shot running from the cops back when I was a little kid. Went to see him at the Military Hospital a couple of weeks later. He was in the Navy. Bullet went in about the size of your finger and came out it blew the whole back side of his shoulder out. He did months in the infirmary and another 6 mo in the Brig for that little mistake. Parents never would talk about what happened. I eventually heard he was AWOL and shot in a high speed pursuit. Shot him through the driver window.

I came from a real upstanding family. Long line of losers half outlaws half boozers.....I was born with a shot glass in my hand. A little hippie a little redneck....Therefore I am always a suspect. My blood line made me who I am.
 
My step brother got shot running from the cops back when I was a little kid. Went to see him at the Military Hospital a couple of weeks later. He was in the Navy. Bullet went in about the size of your finger and came out it blew the whole back side of his shoulder out. He did months in the infirmary and another 6 mo in the Brig for that little mistake. Parents never would talk about what happened. I eventually heard he was AWOL and shot in a high speed pursuit. Shot him through the driver window.

I came from a real upstanding family. Long line of losers half outlaws half boozers.....I was born with a shot glass in my hand. A little hippie a little redneck....Therefore I am always a suspect. My blood line made me who I am.


What hit him a 45cal?
 


What hit him a 45cal?

What hit him a 45cal?


I have no Idea. Family rarely spoke about it. Scar was about the size of a small Folgers can. Spent his whole life in and out of jail. Last i heard was over 30 years ago and think he died of Aids.
 
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My step brother got shot running from the cops back when I was a little kid. Went to see him at the Military Hospital a couple of weeks later. He was in the Navy. Bullet went in about the size of your finger and came out it blew the whole back side of his shoulder out. He did months in the infirmary and another 6 mo in the Brig for that little mistake. Parents never would talk about what happened. I eventually heard he was AWOL and shot in a high speed pursuit. Shot him through the driver window.

I came from a real upstanding family. Long line of losers half outlaws half boozers.....I was born with a shot glass in my hand. A little hippie a little redneck....Therefore I am always a suspect. My blood line made me who I am.
Well, ya finished up OK, pute. 🕺 🕺

My Fambly perspective was always military. Don S. was Captain of the Iwo Jima, wound up on the JCS. And you know my Uncle. And my grampa was dinged and gassed in WWI.

We had Family on both sides at the battle of Fredricksburg in Dec 1862. A father, two sons and son-in-law on the Yankee side, the youngest son/brother on the Confederate side. They apparently never actually met while there.

Oh... Wait... If I can find the old blurbs... Dang. We had two brothers (Lt's) that died at Andersonville, but we had one of us'n captured by the Krauts. Makes a good story.

This is from a newspaper a while back:
The Luftwaffe Surrenders To Snedeker

c Walt C. Snedeker

The month of April in 1944 was a time of rapid Allied advances all over Europe. Many of the combatants were naturally beginning to become more cautious as the War wound down.

But not my cousin, Lieutenant Irving Edgar Snedeker. He was the classic hot-dog fighter pilot, flying his Mustang P-51 aggressively each mission. It was April 11, and the 357th Fighter Group had just escorted a force of B-17’s to bomb Donauworth in Czechoslovakia. They had been “cut loose” by the bombers, and Lieutenant Snedeker and of his pals looking for trouble.

“Well, we sure found it,” Irv said later, “We decided to take a chance and shoot up the Prague aerodrome, because that is where the Luftwaffe kept several hundred of those darn Me-262’s.” (The famous jet fighters.)

The Prague aerodrome was extremely well protected by flak, so Irv and his buddies dove in through a hail of high explosives and shot up two of the Messerschmitt jet fighters, two Ju-88 twin-engine bombers, and a giant four-engined FW-200 Condor.

Irv never got to paint any swastikas on his beloved “Rovin’ Rhoda” P-51. As he was zooming along just above the ground right in the middle of the aerodrome, he heard a loud bang and felt the fighter plane shudder.

“I watched my propeller go winging off across the field,” he recalls, and thought, “this is definitely not a good thing!”

With no altitude at all, Lieutenant Snedeker had no choice but to belly land his fighter right there in the middle of the Luftwaffe. The plane broke in half behind him, but the section he was in stayed together well.

“I climbed out and walked a safe distance away, then sat down and lit a cigarette, thinking it would probably be my last one for awhile. I can tell you that it is a very lonely feeling to be sitting in the middle of the enemy’s airport, watching your buddies flying away home.”

German soldiers arrived just a couple of minutes after the American fighters left. They took him to a detention cell in the Prague aerodrome, where he was immediately visited by a half-dozen high-spirited Luftwaffe pilots. The pilots all flew the superfast jet Me-262 fighters, and jovially teased Irv Snedeker about “flying an obsolete propeller-driven plane.” The camaraderie was surprising and very welcome. The pilots all sat down with him to play cards, and even shared their schnapps with their new POW.

After a few days, the Germans told him that he would have to be moved to the Prague jail, as the quarters he was currently in was for Germans, not American POW’s.

At the jail, he met a sergeant who had bailed out of his B-17. They spent the time together discussing what they had done and seen. Air raids were frequent, and each time one occurred, Irv and the sergeant would be hurriedly led to what Irv described as “a deep cave full of people from all over Prague”.

The people were friendly, and surreptitiously passed goodies to him and the sergeant when the guards were not looking.

It wasn’t long before Irv and the sergeant were brought back to the Prague aerodrome. The two men were amazed to see the Germans were smashing all their beautiful jet planes. They were told that the Russians were just a few days away, and the aerodrome commanding officer had a proposition for him:

“Since you are the ranking officer, Lieutenant Snedeker, we would like to surrender to you. That is the Luftwaffe and the Wehrmacht.”

A ten-vehicle convoy composed of large trucks, fuel trailers, and mobile kitchens was hurriedly assembled, and decorated all over with white bedsheets. With Lieutenant Irv Snedeker in the first vehicle, they began driving south.

The next day, they met units of the American 7th Army. By shouting some “very American invective” Irv got the Americans to avoid shooting at anyone, and all ended well.

When Lieutenant Snedeker reported to his Wing Commander, that officer grinned broadly and said, “I thought you were just going to strafe the Luftwaffe, not capture it!”

His Mustang:

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If you visit Gettysburg Battlefield, you can buy a reprint of a newspaper that tells of the battle.

This newspaper is unusual because it was printed back in the day of hand-set letters.

So the front page of the PREVIOUS DAY remained intact, and the description of the battle began on Page Two -- because they wanted to get the story out, and did not have time to take down the first page of the previous day.

This historical treasure came about because some POS rebs pied the fargin type in the print shop just out of plain meanness.

So what was on the "not relevant" front page? Well, it was the article entitled "A Distressing Affair" <-- This told the story of the pore Sned that was standing in ranks (Yankee) when a dumb sumbitch behind him dropped his fargin shotgun... which went off, blowing my pore forebear's leg off. He ded.

So my Fambly managed to lose a sojer at Gettysburg BEFORE the fargin battle. Jeez.
 

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