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Lilwayne, I was a gung-ho kid when I volunteered out of high school.
I became a medic for all the wrong reasons & soon found out that it was THE worst job in the army. My worst nightmare, every day.
I had the worst PTSD. I'm pretty sure building the cabin saved my life. Gave me something else to focus on besides the faces. My issues had nothing to do with how I got treated when I got home!
Actually I wasn't treated that bad when I got home.
I can remember one time 3 of us (army) got thrown-out of the Raineer Brewery in Seattle for getting into a fight with a group of sailors. We pretty well trashed the place. When the police came, (because we were all in uniform), they wouldn't arrest us. They put the sailors in the police car & took them to the waterfront & put us (army) guys in a taxi, for Ft Lewis.
The cabin was 30'x30'. We added porches & decking all the way around.
1/2 loft looked down into living/dining area. Under the loft was kitchen & bathroom & pantry.
We poured a large slab for a stone fireplace, to go right up the middle of the living/dining room, but we never got that done. We just used a wood stove.
There was a 4x4 propane delvery service & we had some solar panels for lights. We also had propane lights & frig. & cooking.
My wife got a job in town for the last 2 years, (just for her own sanity). If I got her out to the hwy, she could catch a ride into town (20 miles). This was long before cell phones. She told me later that her biggest fear was that she would get dropped-off after work one evening & I wouldn't be there to pick her up!
I put her thru hell!
There wasn't any Home Depot to hire labor from the parking lot.
I recruited these guy's from the local High School!lol!
These young men were football players, they were in the best shape!
They wanted more than money. I had to ply these guy's with beer, chewing tobacco, & bullets!
The only catch was, it all had to be consumed at the cabin.
A real boys club!
This is my Father-in-law.
My Mother-in-Law sent him up & see what I had gotten their daughter into!
He extended his vacation by 2 months & stayed the whole summer!lol!
At the time I thought he just liked the beer, smoke, & bullets.
But I assume now, it was because of concern for his daughter.
Really enjoying your thread here, dude. I love talking to guys from your generation, so many interesting stories and points of view. I'd like to hear more about you finding weed in Vietnam, if you're willing to share. How much did it cost? What was the quality like?
When I first saw your greenhouse thread in 2010, I remember seeing you wearing an army cap in some of your pics and I wanted to ask you back then if/when you had served. Most of the guys I know who were in Vietnam don't like to talk about it much, so out of respect for you and your privacy, I didn't ask.
Keep those pics/stories coming, dubs. Just like your greenhouse threads, this is one of my favorites.
Take care and good luck on the greenhouse this year.
Thanks bro, it's hard to talk about Vietnam, but it's also good to do sometimes.
I wear an ARMY hat every day as a tribute to those serving & those that have served. Just my way of letting each of them know, I think of them every day, and put them above me.
It's painfull to even try to recall all the quality lives that were lost. Some of the bravest men I've ever seen.
Drugs (Marijuana/herion/opium) were available everywhere in Vietnam. Most rickshaw drivers, or bartenders sold it. The quality was hit & miss.
I hate to say it, but i got much of the weed I smoked from our supply sgt!lol! He could get real Thai-stix's & hashish!
Thai-stix= 2for$1. You could get a temple ball of hash for $5, that you couldn't smoke up in 3 days of tryng!lol!
I wouldn't smoke when we were out in the field on patrol (I just couldn't). But I puffed like a frieght train at base camp.
Our Lt got high with us at base camp!