Roll call.

Old Salt said:
It looked a bit too narcissistic to me. I just posted the picture because I was proud of the uniform but didn't want anyone to think I was proud of my looks ... because I wasn't! :)
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I don't think that would have even entered anyone's mind on a roll call thread! What I saw was someone proud to serve in the military of his country... and it was a great picture.
 

911 said:
U.S. Marines—1971-1978. Long story.

Arrived in Vietnam on December 15, 1971 after attending AWT. Was assigned to Force Recon, but when I arrived over there, I was moved to first Marines, combat platoon. Fine with me. I really wasn’t to keen on being a recon Marine. I wore my boogie hat on patrol, but kept my Kevlar on the side of my pack where I could easily grab hold of it when needed. Mine wasn’t exactly like this one, but you get the idea.

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Boogie hat? I must have had a brain fart. Boonie Hat. Geesh!
 
CallMeKate said:
I don't think that would have even entered anyone's mind on a roll call thread! What I saw was someone proud to serve in the military of his country... and it was a great picture.
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Thank you, Kate, because it did bother me and you set my mind at ease. I think I will put it back up because I was darn proud of that uniform! Since Canadian Navy uniforms changed dramatically it will also be a bit of history!
 
I was in the military and am a Vietnam Veteran with one hundred percent disability. I served in the Army and in the Navy at Vietnam. Army 1969 to1971, Camp Eagle 101 Airborne 163 Aviation, and 1st Aviation Brigade Dong Ba Thin 92nd Assault Helicopter Company, UH1 Helicopter Crew Chief and Gunner.

Navy at Vietnam 1972 to 1974, many times at Tonkin Bay on the aircraft carrier USS Hancock CVA19. Jet engine mechanic for the fighter and bomber aircraft. I served in the Army again 1975 to 1978 I was a Ground Surveillance Sargant or what is commonly called a forward observer.

I have many health issues from Agent Orange and quit taking the medicines they offer me because the side effects from the medications became worse than the pains from the illnesses. I take herbal supplements for my illnesses, and they are working better for me than the prescription medicines that the want me to take. I like to live in my cave and have very minimal contact with the outside world.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
President Johnson personally greeted me, and asked me to join the US military, right after the Tet Offenses in 1968. So, I joined the Navy, as a Corpsman until 1972.
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My sincere respect, Doc. One of my ship's Corpsmen got roughed up by locals in a town in the PI. The entire ship's company vowed revenge and got it. Don't mess with our Doc was a hard/fast rule on that ship.
 
Whenever I hear the word "roll call", I think of Navy Boot camp. Instead of a company of 80 guys, we had 120. This was after Tet. We all had a number, when they called roll. One guy was #110. For some reason, he'd get all messed up trying to say his number. Guys would be sounding off, "107", "108", "109", when it came to him, he'd say "one oh ten". For some reason, the Chiefs got on his case. He got chewed out. And we'd have to start all over again. Yup, when it came to him, "1 oh 10". instead of 110. Yup, start over.
 
Joined up USNR in 1952, boot camp Bainbridge MD, active duty 1957, USS Washtenaw County LST1166 until 1959.

We stopped at Gibraltar in 1957. Someone decided that it was time for winter blue uniforms. When we got ashore the British sailors were wearing shorts. Shorts did not exist in the US Navy and in those days were extremely rare for civilians in the US.
 
I was shot behind the left shoulder by a sniper. It wasn’t life threatening, so I spent 3 weeks healing and sent back to my Platoon. Seven weeks later, I was given R&R.
 
An older brother was in the Navy for 28yrs....one time he was
with 4 marines in a jeep, going to a off site repair job (electronics).....driving along and all of a sudden he was shot in
the right thigh....marines piled out and got the sniper....later they realized reason he was only one shot was he was in WHITES, and the marines were not!!!!
 
My late father served in the US Army 1944 - 1945. He was drafted out of his senior year in high school, as he turned 18 on Jan. 3, 1944.

He ended up in the 97th Infantry Division under General Patton. He was wounded south of Dusseldorf, Germany on Apr. 16, 1945. Fortunately, his wounds earned him a trip to a hospital in France and later back to the USA to be discharged. He completely recovered from his wounds. And went on to live a long-life. I miss him every day...

I did not serve due to a neck injury that ended my sports participation in high school.
 
Never in any forces, always prefer Peace.

However, was proposed twice in my early adult years, for marriage. Once by a Colonel in the territorial army. Second time, by an Admiral of the Fleet. I turned them both down.

My beloved husband was a Senior Naval Ship's Draughtsman. I fell in love, when he proposed, I accepted.

I enjoy the Forces for protecting us all, but I'm always and forever on the side of Peace ☮️🕊️
 
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