We need a new forum entitled WAR STORIES.

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True stories of veterans that are hard to believe but are actual.

Here is one:

https://www.flightjournal.com/fell-15000-feet-and-lived-an-f-8-story/

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Here is another one.

https://theaviationgeekclub.com/spads-four-migs-nothing-skyraider-mig-kills-part-ii/

JW Wiley in this war story appeared on the Johnny Carson Show. He was pretty elated and did receive a probable kill. His reward was a switch from A-1s to F-4 Phantoms . I flew with him dozens of times and in the 1990s we and our wives met every year in a casino in MS.

[lyman]

done

http://www.jouster2.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?32-Service-Life

[Vern Humphrey]

Snake!

There was a base camp. Intelligence said there was a base camp. So we had to go look for it (why they couldn?t look for their own damn? base camp is beyond me.)

This was second growth jungle ? so thick you couldn?t thrust your arm through it. We were hacking our way with machetes and bowie knives. I got a call from the Second Platoon ? they had found something. So we hacked our way over to them.

We found them in a gulley, raw, red dirt sides and thick jungle at the top. And there at the top was a hole. Okay, that looks fairly promising. If I was going to build a base camp, I?d follow a game trail and branch off.

So we?re crawling along, and suddenly my point man comes crawling past me. He didn?t say hello, good bye or get the hell out of the way. He just crawled right over me. ?That?s downright rude! I?m going to have to speak to that young man.?

As I was thinking that, another man came crawling over me and disappeared at high speed back the way we came. I can see I have a disciplinary problem in this company!

And just around the bend, I can hear a third man crawling toward me. Now there?s a problem here ? there were only two Americans ahead of me when we crawled in here. Behind me, I can hear the point man reporting to the platoon leader ? ?Sna, sna, sna . . .?

I?ve got my .45 out and I?m cautiously peeking around the bend when he finally got it out, ?Sna, sna, sna, SNAKE!?

Well, he didn?t have to tell ME! I could see the sna, sna, sna, SNAKE! His head was the size of a football and his eyes were big as silver dollars.

I came flying out of that gulley backward so fast that I didn?t touch ground until I hit the other side. I don?t remember reloading, but the slide was locked back on my .45 and my magazine pouch was empty.

It took the sna, sna, sna, SNAKE! about half an hour to die, and he uprooted about a quarter of an acre of second growth jungle in the process.

[Allen]

Other than dead do you know what kind of sna, sna, sna, SNAKE that was?

Close to where I live we have to watch out for sha, sha, sha, SHARKS.