18 August 2009
Some things we can no longer do....
From the Old Soldier side: One of my favorite things to do is go to air shows. I know, I'm an Army Dude, but I grew up an Air Force Brat...and they usually have some old Army stuff and a good air show anyway. They had a pretty good one last weekend near where I live.
As I was walking around and looking up at the pretty planes flying around...and listening to everyone go: "ooooo....ahhhhh" I ran across this old Jeep.
Now this one was a WWII model. But, they had not really changed much through the 1970's. The only reason the US stopped using them was because there was always some private who could roll one over.
When I was stationed in Berlin, Germany (when there was an East and a West...you know the "Cold War") I often got to drive a Jeep on convoys. My primary vehicle was the Gamma Goat, but when the convoy sergeant wanted a driver for the long drives through East Germany, he always picked me. He knew I'd never fall asleep while driving.
While I was looking at the above Jeep, one of my sons was with me. I looked inside and said out loud: "I don't know how I did it."
My son looked at me and said: "you mean how you drove one of these dad?"
I looked at him and said: "No, driving them was easy. But one convoy ride we were driving back to Berlin after being out in the field for weeks. We stopped at some Army post over night. We all went into the NCO club and drank several liters of German beer. When I left, I couldn't find the area we were supposed to sleep at, so I crawled into my Jeep and passed out between the front seats...leaning back on my duffel bag. I woke up with the worst hangover in my life, puked my guts out...then drove on convoy all day. Ahhhhh...those were the good old days."
My son just looked at me and wondered. I'm glad I don't drink like that anymore...I'd never be able to fit between them seats.