FT Carson,
Colorado
I arrived at Ft
Carson early Jan, 1963.
I went almost straight to Company C of the 705th
Maintenance Battalion. The company was in the older
wooden barracks there at Ft Carson. The barracks
were not in pristine shape, livable, I suppose but
not really very good. Their mess hall was about the
same - acceptable probably but certainly not
anything to brag about.
I settled in and got right to work. And here I
was a little more fortunate than Alaska. I got a good section
chief who knew his job and he and I were the only
ones in the section, I believe.
The 705th was organized a little differently than
122nd or 24th Ordnance was and had smaller
Instrument Sections in them. I wasn't familiar with
A Co. organization but assumed they supported the
heavier tracked vehicles - probably not as many as
an Armored Division so one "dedicated" co. could
probably do the job.
705TH
MAINTENANCE BATTALION
- Headquarters and Light
Maintenance Company, Maintenance Battalion
- "A" Heavy Maintenance Company
- "B" Transportation Aircraft
Maintenance Company
- "C" Forward Support Company
- "D" Forward Support Company
- "E" Forward Support Company
Now, the 5th Inf, Mechanized, was quite an
outfit. It had a flexible T.O.E base, could go heavy
on armor or heavy on infantry or helicopters and in
any of the three climatic zones. We even debarked on
the rope nets over the mock-up of a ship's side.
As you can see in chart above, the battalion
had 6 companies in it whereas the 3rd A.D. 122nd
Ordnance had only 4 companies. I served in both C and
D companies of 705th and I knew that B Company was a
helicopter company but I was unfamiliar with A Company
and as the rest of us did not seem to support armor
that it must have been A Company's job.
We supported mostly infantry units I think. Now I'm
not sure but the 5th Div may have been organized that
way for training purposes, I don't know.
I worked there with the Section Leader shown above,
a fellow from New England states named Belair. He ran
the Instruments Section and did a good job. There for
awhile he set up maintenance schedule where he would
go out to the combat units and check their equipment,
repairing what he could on the spot and sending the
rest to the shop in the normal procedure.
I stayed in the
shop. Now I don't know why he wanted it that way
because, normally the chief would stay at base and the
mechanics would go out. But that's the way he wanted
it and that's the way we did it and it worked just
fine.
I got a couple pictures of the barracks one day,
kind of interesting play of light .......
Like I said,
adequate but nothing fancy.
The mess hall was about the same. Nothing to
holler about but I had ate in worse ones. The
people in the company seemed friendly enough and I
got along with them well. I had a little spat with
one sgt but nothing serious and we both got over
it right away.
I think Sp-5 Belair was kind of glad to get
some help and we stayed caught up pretty good.
There was plenty of work but nothing
we had trouble keeping up with.
I always tried to take good care of my boots
and they were generally looking pretty good. I
found that keeping them clean was the secret. When
I came into my barrack after evening meal, I'd
always go to the mop sink and with a GI brush just
quickly brush them off under running COLD water. Then set
them aside by my bunk and just before lights out,
when they were dry, I'd apply a touch-up of polish
and brush'm real good with my shoe brush and put'm
back under the bunk and when arose next morn, I'd
put them on and just hit'm pretty quick with the
cloth and I was ready for the day. Worked real
well.
We fired our M14
Rifles on a transition range and there was a
rattlesnake in my line of advance but when I got
close, could see that it was dead. Had a bulge
in him like he'd just had a meal and probably
couldn't get away from a Ft Carson trainee and
got done in.
I think that was
about the only rifle training I got while at C
Company.
I was able to
get some pictures outside the barracks - not
much there, just open country, almost desert.
As you can
see they are the older style barracks. Looks
like there is some snow on the ground.
Then I found out what Colorado is all
about. The wind started blowing in the spring.
It comes up from the south along the east side
of the Rocky Mountains headed north, gets up
around Denver and takes off for the Great
Lakes area. It blows for a month or so,
sometimes very hard. You'd see road signs
along the road warning of high cross-winds.
It was pretty bad that spring and I had no
idea the damage the thing could do until I
actually lived there. That spring there was
concern for the green plants just coming up
and the sand that's driven across the ground
would just shred the spring "shoots" plants,
destroying them.
Also, the blowing sand was very hard on the
automobiles as it would actually sand-blast
the lower part of the cars - up about 6-8
inches from bottom of frame. The paint was
stripped off that lower edge of some of the
car bodies.
One day it blew very hard and the army
actually shut down the post that day. The word
we were given was that we were to remain in
the barracks all day. We could only go out
with special permission and then we had to
wear goggles and helmets. There was debris
traveling along on, near the ground so it
would have to have been gale force, at least.
I tried to get a picture of it but never
had much luck and gave up on it. You can see
one of the fire alarms, an empty artillery
shell, hanging on a pole and it was sticking
straight out quite a bit of the time. You
couldn't see very far. You could from the
barracks window but if you were out in it I
imagine it would've been harder. Sometimes you
could just see the next barracks.
We had a
pretty good Company Commander in C Co., too.
His name was Hervert, I believe. He and I got
along fine. He was a First Lieutenant
schooling with University of Kentucky and was
majoring in mathematics and was into missiles.
He was fairly smart fellow. As far as I know
he got along with everybody OK.
Heh, except he had a little trouble over at
the Broadmore Resort there on the mountain by
Colorado Springs. He told Belair and I about
it, not defensively but just as a matter of
course, chuckling about it. He liked to play
chess and they were setting up a chess deal
there, some "master player" would be there and
they were selling seats at a table and he
would play 8 or 12 guys at one time. I've
forgotten how many.
Anyway, he bought a seat and got into the
thing and on the appointed day went over there
and he was seated right by this 7-8 year old
"child prodigy" who they had stuck in there
and they started playing and Hervert said in
just a few moves he was out of it but he just
sat there to watch and when the guy had moved
on from him and the kid, he started helping
the kid. Cheating? Yeah, but what the hay.
Anyway, the guy works around the table and
when he gets to the kid he just kind of looks
at him, makes his move and goes on. Hervert
says he still helps the kid and when the guy
comes around next time he's faced with pretty
good attack and then he just raises Hell
saying "that kid's not that good a player and
he's getting help" and on and on, etc. being a
real asshole so Hervert left and the kid of
course was then beaten. Nothing like psyching
your opponent out, I guess.
This is the only picture I have of Lt.
Hervert. We'd just made a rest stop on the way
to the Yakima, Washington maneuvers. That's
him sitting in the jeep's passenger seat with
his feet up in the unmilitary area of the jeep
- he was a tall slender guy. That's his driver
by the jeep and you can see the kid "Andy" in
the background.
Along in here
somewhere we moved into some modern barracks on what
I'd call the main post area. It was the large barrack
that you could get several companies into. I'm pretty
sure that C and D company were both in this building
but I'm having trouble remembering the exact
timelines.
The building had a large mess hall capable of
feeding probably 400-500 men and the Battalion Hdqrs
was on the first floor right across the hallway from
the door of the mess hall.
Now, the 5th Mech Inf Div was one of the army's
newest outfits. They gave them helicopters for rapid
movement and all the missiles they had at that time.
They had ground to ground, ground to air, antitank,
TOWs, etc. It seems to me they even had French SS10
and/or SS11 missiles.
That could have been because (I have read since)
the Huey Helicopters would never have happened if the
French had not developed and started using the turbine
engine in the helicopters that they were using in
North Africa's Algeria. Apparently they developed the
power required for that type vehicle and the USA
became interested. It seems to me that the occurrence
of the French defeat in Vietnam, the Turbines and the
French SS10 & 11 missiles all at the same time are
just a bit odd. It seems the USA was just handed the
Vietnam "problem" and given some help, the missiles
and the turbines and possibly plans for the Huey
itself, to do whatever it was they all had in mind.
But, the 5th Inf at that time was undeniably quite
an outfit. They were ROAD, STRAC and I forget what all
designations and had a flexible TOE base which was
mission dominated. Supposedly they could go heavy on
Infantry, or Air Cavalry or even tanks, whatever the
mission required. They were supposed to be able to go
anywhere in the world and have people fighting on the
ground in 24 hrs with support coming in within 72 hrs.
I was told we had equipment, gear, packed in conex
containers for all three climatic zones of the world,
just grab the ones we needed when we took off.
We had shots up the gazoot and were checked
constantly to ensure they were all up to date. They
were very careful about false teeth and eyeglasses and
if anyone had them they had to have two pair. When we
had an alert, there were boxes in the supply room
which we drew out and put all of our personal items in
the boxes and we may even have had labels already
made, can't remember, that would send them to our home
address'.
We went on alerts quite often. We all had the M14
rifles which replaced the M1 and it was a better
rifle, in my opinion. And it just goes on and on. We
were even taken to a mock-up of a ship's side out in
the desert and had to dis-embark via the cargo nets
over the side, just like they did in WWII. The breadth
and scope of our activities was
exhilarating.
Eventually, we had to maneuver and maneuver we did.
Beat anything I ever saw. A maneuver was set up with
the 4th Infantry division which was based in Ft Lewis
Washington. It would be held in the area east of
Yakima, Washington, between it and Hanford Nuclear
area and it would be the first "live
fire" maneuver the US ARMY had since WWII.
We were supposed to drive the whole way there in
our wheeled vehicles. The tracked vehicles would go by
train and I assume the Helicopters would also.
Man, how'd you like to ride 2400 miles in this
thing? Not sure how many people or who it was, rode
this truck but you can see the sides rolled up and
gear in it so someone must've rode in it. I'm
surprised that Ordnance would need this kind of
transportation when the whole company is moving.
Generally they have so many vehicles that they
sometimes cannot put two men in each one which we
always tried to do.
Well, I thought
they were nuts driving about 1200 miles one way on 2
routes. But they said no, we are going to drive up
there and drive back and they did. And did it smartly,
too. As far as I'm concerned they did a Hell of a job.
There is about 13,000-15,000 men in an outfit like
that and they went approximately 1200 miles in 5-6
days (double that for going both ways) and only had
one fatality, I think. It was a woman in a Cadillac
that had collided with a jeep somehow. Why, how the
jeep came out on top, we don't know. I think she was a
passenger.
But, of course, I could have the facts
of the case wrong but that is my recollection.
We were some of the last people to leave Colorado
Springs. Definitely the last day's start. The trip
would take 5 days and I think people were started each
day for five days so if you were, like in a satellite,
on that 5th day and looked down at the area between
Denver and Yakima, you would've seen a line of Army
vehicles on the 2 roads in "serials" about 30 minutes
apart between the two points.
Everybody did their job. Ordnance came on the tail
end and either helped get downed vehicles going or
towed them in to the next "rest stop", just an area
that was laid out in the desert for us to park. When
we arrived at the rest stops, water, fuel, hot food,
etc was there all ready for us. The last rest stop we
had was at the fairgrounds in Walla Walla,
Washington.
Some
one must have scrounged up some beer, I didn't buy
any. Probably one of those other two guys. That's
Sutton with the Specialist rating - good Texas boy
and the other fellow is named Ponder and was from
Alabama. You can see the sleeping quarters. They
just pointed to a part of the rest stop and said
set them there. Our gear would be on the trucks.
The left picture is, of course, a
latrine.
We left Colorado going north and went
to Cheyenne, Wyoming picked up highway 30 and
generally followed that road. Not all the time,
but generally. We went through Laramie, Rock
Springs, Pocatello and on to Walla Walla,
Washington and into the "deserts" of east central
Washington between Yakima and Hanford, the
maneuver area.
It was the early part of May and when
we got to Laramie it started raining and as we
passed out of the town on the north side it turned
to snow. Snowed pretty good there for awhile but
never did accumulate on the road.
Got through that OK and started seeing
some antelopes. First time I had seen one. Got to
Rock Springs and I remembered that my father had
gone there to mine coal in WWII for a short time.
My bus stopped there on my way to Alaska in 1961
and had breakfast. Pancakes and I think, they were
the best ones I ever ate.
We got to Pocatello OK but had a little
trouble on west of there negotiating a town (small
city, actually) there on, I think, the Snake
River.
It was something of a humorous
situation and broke up activities that were
becoming monotonous.
It's early in the day and we arrived at
the edge of the first city and stopped so as to
pick up our police escort to help our passing
through the town. None was there so we waited a
few minutes, and still no escort so Lt gets on his
radio and talks to army traffic and they said just
wait, they'd surely be there. I'm driving the
first truck in the convoy, right behind Lt Hervert
and I can hear the radio on his jeep just fine.
We wait and still no escort so Lt is
getting nervous because the next "serial" of
vehicles is coming up right behind us and getting
close and reducing the 30 minute break to maybe
10-15 minutes.
He gets on the radio again and they
agree he may as well get rolling and go on towards
town where he surely will meet the escort on the
way to us. We start rolling and get into the
outskirts of the city and no escort but we have to
keep going. We get near center of town and the
convoy is being fragmented in the morning traffic
at every traffic light and we have trucks running
around town trying to find their way out and it's
getting to be utter confusion.
Now the first third or so of the convoy
was able to hang together and get thru the town
and across the bridge on the Snake River (?) and
we have stopped on a multi-lane road and are
sitting there on the west side of the river.
Lt had made radio contact with the City
police (or they made contact with him!) and I can
hear their conversation and it works out that the
city had gone on fast time that morning and of
course, the army is on standard time. The police
had sent the appropriate escort an hour ahead of
time and when the army didn't show they went on
about their business.
Hervert never did get excited and
remained calm throughout and trying to get a
handle on the situation but the Police Chief was
losing it and finally Lt Hervert said,"Well, what
would you have me do?" and the Police Chief
practically screamed, "I don't give a shit what
you do, just get those s.o.b.s together and get
them out of MY town." and Lt Hervert said calmly,
"Well, that's what we're trying to do."
The police Chief didn't bother us after
that and about that time we got our lost sheep
back and drove away. But I'll bet the guys
following us got their escorts!
We made one more stop after Walla Walla
out in a desert somewhere and was in a bunch of
blue sagebrush and the ground was really rough
from the little mounds of sand built up around the
stuff. You couldn't go very fast as it'd shake
your rig apart. I somehow got on the tail end of
the convoy and it's no fun being
"tail-end-charlie" you're either going as hard as
the truck can go or practically setting still.
Seemed like there was no in between.
So, we left that area and started
moving into our more permanent location and when
we started the move about dark, it started raining
- out in the desert! I was driving alone, no one
with me in the truck, had the top, etc lowered so
as to lower the silhouette out there in the desert
and when it started raining, there was no
protection. I had goggles but they fogged over and
I couldn't see the road and had to take them off.
Then we were on a highway by that time and are
going down it at a pretty good clip.
We are driving with "cateyes" and I'm
really having a problem trying to keep up with the
convoy and at the same time trying not to run into
somebody (the "cateyes" are small lights by your
headlights than shine down right in front of the
vehicle - the regular headlights are shut off as
are the tail and "brake" lights and such). I got
my gas mask out and put it on but couldn't keep
the water off the eyeglass' and I really had a
Hell of a time and finally lost contact with the
guys in front of me and was just going down the
road hoping I wouldn't miss a turn somewhere.
Sure enough, I came blasting up the
road and suddenly there are guys in front of me
waving flashlights and I managed to see a couple
trucks and swerved left to avoid them and started
stopping as best I could on the wet pavement and I
finally got it stopped about 4-5 trucks down the
line. They got me backed up and back at the end
all without lights, of course.
I'm just thankful I didn't hit one of
the other vehicles or run over somebody and I sure
don't advise trying to drive a vehicle in a
rainstorm without lights and only a poncho for
cover.
Incidentally, the desert lapped up the
rain we got and I don't remember any mud at all.
The rest of the trip up there was
uneventful and we worked our way into the maneuver
area and started setting up. I awoke the next day
in early morning and see in the far distance
west and south, this mountain. I took a picture of
it but you have to look real hard to see it. It is
small, snow covered and in center of the picture.
We got set up
OK but I couldn't, just couldn't sleep on the
ground there - scared to death of snakes which were plentiful there on government land and this
caused me some minor problems with my NCO. It
wasn't Belair, as a matter of fact, I don't
remember Belair being there.
After we had been there awhile, an ice cream
truck came through the area and since we had not
had any for some time I bought a quart of ice
cream and no place to keep it or any thing so I
sat under the camouflage netting by my truck and
proceed to eat the stuff. It's amazing how quick
the damn flies can detect and zero in on things
protein and here they come - never bothered me
until I got the ice cream.
Well, I'm swatting at them trying to get more
of the ice cream than they did and on a big swat,
I accidentally hit the carton's flap and knocked
it into the sand and when I picked it up it was
full of sand and ruined. Then I got teed and not
having a fly swatter but something even better, I
escalated the battle with the flies. I grabbed my
M14 rifle which was loaded with blanks and anyone
who has been around the weapons knows what a ball
of fire comes out of them when you pull the
trigger, right?
Well, I calmly waited until the enemy had
massed in force on the ice cream, got the muzzle a
few inches from them, where it would have maximum
effect and pulled the trigger and a big ball of
fire came out and incinerated them - they just
disappeared. So I waited in ambush for the next
bunch and they formed up in 15-20 seconds so I let
them have it, too. I may even have fired a 3rd
shot and here came some NCOs with a half dozen men
all armed and ready to defend ........ they
thought we were being attacked by the bad guys!
I caught it for that, too. I know it was
stupid, considering, but I just never even give it
a thought just went ahead and did it. But there
were a few less flies around there for awhile. And
out of spite, I buried the rest of ice cream so
the assholes couldn't get any more of it!
We were the aggressors in this maneuver and had
paraphernalia and all to fix up
uniforms so we looked like a foreign army.
This young guy was named Anderson
and we called him "Andy" of course.
Actually he was too young to like or
dislike as far as I'm concerned but he was
a good kid and he kind of gravitated
towards us older guys and he kind of
paired up with me and a buddy of mine
named George Fair. As far as I know "Andy"
always did his job and was no trouble at
all. I've included this picture because it
shows more of the "aggressor" uniform than
any other I have.
One time we were sent to the
river to wash our truck. They had set up a
facility on the Columbia River just below
a dam. We went over there and while
washing the truck saw the dam and when we
were done, decided to go look at it. Got
to the dam and saw this big sign on it
saying "No trespassing" and then ".......
except for the people of such and such
Indian tribe." I can't remember the exact
wording but it was clear we couldn't go on
it but they could. So we went back to our
snakes, lizards and scorpions.
We were having our noon meal
there one day and I ran out of coffee and
went to the mess line to refill and just
left my mess kit there on the sand and
told the guys to watch that someone didn't
step in it and when I got back and sat
down, reached for the thing and was
about ready to take a bite and the damn
thing had 4-5 little white scorpions in it
apparently lapping up the gravy and mashed
potatoes. So, I didn't get to finish that
meal, either.
One time right there in the
same area, two guys were catching little
small lizards and then they decided to see
what would happen if they "give them a
shot" and got into their gas mask carriers
where there is a kit for treating gas
effects and got the atropine needles and
gave the lizards a shot. Kind of dumb, I
thought. Not only what was done to the
lizards but especially the fact they had
ruined their kits. Maybe they stole some
down the line somewhere from their
buddies.
It got fairly warm while we
were in that area and there was a concrete
tank probably 25 x 25 ft and several ft
deep used to store water on apparently
what was an abandoned irrigation project
of some kind and the thing made a pretty
nice swimming pool and I got to go into it
a couple of times. Anything that was
irrigated around there had been given up
years ago.
That's
me in my "aggressor uniform" under the
netting of my truck.
We didn't get to participate in
any shoot'm ups in the maneuver, you'd
never know we were even involved as
all we did was our regular work. I and
a couple buddies got an opportunity to
go watch some of our Honest John
rockets fired and when we got there,
they told us where to stand off to the
side and said, "When it fires, it'll
get off the launcher and kind of
hesitate, then take on off. The best
time to take a picture is when it
hesitates."
Well, we got ready and they
fired the thing and we've got our
cameras up and that thing never slowed
a whit and it was gone before we
snapped picture and all we got was
some exhaust, not the side of the
thing.
But the maneuver had kicked
off and there was a rumor that our
C.G. (Commanding General) had started
the maneuver right at midnight and our
armor had captured 1 or 2 companies of
the 4th right off. Then he captured
the 4th Inf Div hdqrs with our air
arm. That's the word I got anyway.
I do know that one of our
units screwed up in that they were
guarding a hill there somewhere and
they had this kid soldier (he was 17
years of age and married when
this happened) that the unit assigned
to guard this one "minefield" in their
front. Well, like I said, it was a
live-fire maneuver and the 4th was
supposed to attack this ridge when the
5th pulled off of it. The 4th would be
using live ammo!
Well the 5th Inf unit made
their move off the hill but then left
the kid there. When they finally got
him out of there after it was done,
they asked him what he'd seen, how he
felt etc (for the 5th's division
newspaper which is where I read it)
and the kid says, "Well, I didn't
think much about it. I thought maybe
I'd got left but didn't know what else
to do so just stayed there. The planes
came over and bombed but they were
bombing the hill beside the one I was
on so I just sat down and watched the
show."
"Then these tanks and
infantry came up to the bottom of the
hill I was on and the tanks started
firing uphill towards me. I was
getting scared but kept watching and
pretty soon the infantry started up
the hill towards me and they all
started firing and stuff was flying
all over the place. Then I got scared
and laid down on the ground in a ball
with my helmet pointed towards
them."
Wonderfully, the kid didn't
get a scratch!
So
we bumbled through the thing and
started wrapping it up. Getting ready
for the return trip. We came back down
the other route so got to see a little
different terrain, sights. Probably so
each half would have traveled the same
distance, etc.
Odd, but I don't remember anything
of the trip back.
When we arrived back at Ft Carson,
we went right to work as usual. As I
said I had a good buddy named George
Fair. Fair was from Florida and worked
on electronics, missiles, mostly. Fact
is, he and I were put into a two-man
room together. And we got along just
fine. Fair was a pretty smart guy and
understood his job fairly well.
So, he decides to get himself a
radio in a pawnshop down town. He came
in with this old clock radio he
gave $5 for and took it to the shop
and modified it and anyway, he had the
thing fixed so that when the Colorado
Springs radio station came on the air
at 6 A.M. every morning, the lights on
our room would come on, and the radio
came on with the station blaring the
"Star Spangled Banner". The first or
second morning this happened, Fair
jumped upright in his bunk in his
shorts and saluted.
Anderson
came into the room one evening and
we got to swapping tall tales and I
told the 2-tiered joke about the
brick layer who made a brick
wall and when he was done with it he
had a brick left over, so what did
he do with it? Anderson says he sold
it, and a couple more things and I'd
just shake my head and told him, no,
he threw it away!
Anderson says, that's not funny
and I say OK, OK - I'll tell a funny
one, I know a real funny one but he
insisted that he could do it better
and wouldn't let me finish up. So he
told his story and when he'd got the
punch line out, Fair and I just sat
and looked at him, never cracked a
smile. Fair, of course knew what was
coming.
So I said again, OK now I got a
funny one and the kid says OK. So I
tell him well, there was this
drunken bum that got on this bus and
sat down by this fat woman who had a
dog in her lap. The drunk had a
cigar butt he'd picked up and was
smoking and the little dog started
snorting and the woman complained to
the drunk and she said "If you don't
put that cigar out I'll take it and
throw it out of the window." The
drunk says, "If you do I'll throw
that dog out the window, too."
So, she did and he did, they both
did what they said they'd do. They
came to the next stop where both got
off and here came the little dog
running up to them and guess what he
had in his mouth? 'Course Andy
says "the Cigar."
And, of course, I say, "Nope, he
had the brick the brick-layer threw
away."
And so help me if the kid didn't
jump up and leave the room without
saying a word! But we all remained
friends.
Along in here I transferred to D
Company. Not because I disliked C
Company but because D Company had a
open slot for an E-5 instrument man.
Promotion was available.
I arrived in D Company and went
to the shop where they had this kid
who was not an instrument repairman
and knew next to nothing about
ordnance. There were questions about
some equipment that seemed to be
missing so the company
asked me to do an inventory of the
equipment that was supposed to be in
our shop.
Now we are talking about the infantry TOE that
the combat units bring to us for
repair. Some of it couldn't seem to
be found. Particularly 5ea 7x50 Binoculars and 3ea .45Cal
Pistols.
I did really close check on the
paperwork and got it down to
2-3 pair binoculars and 2ea
pistols. The Infantry units were
raising Hell and wanted their stuff.
Now I had seen this before over in
Germany, where new, green people
don't keep good records and pretty
soon lose control and wind up with
some stuff they do not know who it
belongs to. They can't find out then
later someone else takes over and
says, hmmmm - surplus stuff - and
they don't turn it in. Normally they
trade it for something they need BUT
there are those who just up and sell
it for whatever they can get out of
it.
I think that was the case here. I
think someone in the section thought
it was surplus and no one would ever
know so just sold it down town.
Everyone had a pretty good idea
about it but nothing was ever
proven.
Anyway, having gotten the
inventory straightened out, then
went on to other things. The whole
platoon was in bad shape, actually
as far as job efficiency went. We
were short help in the Small Arms
area as well as the Fire Control end
of it. It seemed not many F.C.
Instruments came our way but we had
a heavy load of small arms work. So,
I helped all I could in that regard
as I was somewhat familiar with most
of the stuff.
I'd never been around the Grenade
Launcher M79 and they apparently did
not have 3.5 Rocket Launcher either
but had a shoulder fired Recoiless
Rifle that they used. Otherwise I
knew something about the rest of it
so wound up doing just as much small
arms as instrument work and maybe
more.
And then they transferred a guy
into the section who was E-5 F.C.
Instrument Repair - there went my
promotion - couldn't believe it.
Then, to top off everything else,
the guy didn't know the first thing
about Instruments! He said he was
small arms repairman and I asked
well, how the world did you get the
Instrument MOS? And he said, "oh,
that was the only slot available in
his previous unit so they promoted
him into it but I kept working in
small arms ........" I was really
ticked about the whole deal.
I tried to continue my studies in
things Russian and signed up with a
Russian language class. It was ran
by a Russian woman who had married
an American Officer over there in
Russia, I think. Anyway, she was at
Ft Carson with her husband. We no
more than got started and that big
maneuver in S. Carolina came on the
scene and I never went back when it
was over.
The only word I remember she
taught us is "vilka" which means a
fork that you eat with. But I
already knew some words, yet today
when some one says "Can you speak
Russian?!" I smile and say one word
...... "Da" which is yes.
We did our best to
do P.T. but it was not organized
P.T. - we ran the 1.7 miles to the
shop in the mornings in lieu of the
regular thing. Not necessarily every
day but at least 2-3 days a week.
And I started looking at the
Vietnam thing out of the corner of
my eye and so I went to the post
library looking for books on
guerrilla warfare and there was
hardly anything there. They had 2
books on the warfare in Yugoslavia
during WWII and they had Lawrence's
"Seven Pillars of Wisdom" so I
read'm all. Lawrence was mostly
social stuff and the Yugoslavian
stuff was generally of a tactical
nature.
None of it applied to what I'd
seen so far in Indo-China. So I just
kept reading my geopolitical stuff
and the divide and conquer, the
instigations, the stirring up of
populaces to achieve merchantilistic
advantage, etc became ever more
apparent as I studied the causes of
guerrilla activity.
Along in here we got
a new M88 Retriever, a really nice
looking, solid vehicle. It was
parked next to the fence separating
us from a little building next door
and I went out into the motor park
to get a picture of it and when I
raised my camera to take the picture
a guard of the little building next
to us yelled "No pictures." Well, I
figured what the heck and raised the
camera again and the M14 Rifle flew
off his shoulder and he jacked a
round in and said, "I said no
pictures!" And I said, "yes sir!"
I
asked if it would be OK if I moved
to the side so the building wouldn't
be in the background and he said
that would be all right so I did and
got the picture which I have since
lost but here is a picture of a
M88's likeness.
We had seen gun-jeeps come down
the road and take up a position on
the hillside overlooking the little
building and our shop and then a 3/4
ton truck with the canvas on would
come flying down the road with a
gun-jeep in front and another in the
rear. All the gun-jeeps had ammo
belts loaded into their guns.
The 3/4 ton with the canvas top
on would back right up to the
building, right against it, so you
couldn't see what was going on. They
were obviously loading something
into the vehicle, then they'd take
off out of the little compound and
off down the road they'd go under
the heavy guard.
Putting this and that together I
finally surmised the building was a
storage facility FOR DUMMY TRAINING
ROUNDS AND OTHER EQUIPMENT FOR THE
T.O.W. MISSILES.
There is more info on the things
later in this page. I found out the
gun/missile/tube wasn't necessarily
secret but the control elements for
the system and the ammo was. I can't
imagine anyone storing secret ammo
in such a flimsy building with only
one walking guard and one of the
crewman told me once they used
"dummy" rounds to train with and
that they were secret, too (I think
there was only one building but not
sure).
Anyway, it was something watching
those jeeps zipping around there and
everyone all business.
And of course, I was glad to get
my picture of the M88 - our guys
were sure proud of it.
Along about this time, they put
me on the division's inspection team
as a Fire Control Instruments
inspector. At first there was a
couple of us I think, a Fire Control
Instrument guy and a Small Arms guy.
Then it wound up just me.
One day I was at a critique in
support command where some of the
Armament problems we had in the
division was discussed. One involved
the M14 Rifle's malfunctioning when
it was fired on full automatic - the
bolts came apart (the M14 could be
fixed with a bipod and selector
switch and was supposed to take the
place of the old BAR). They were
really pounding that subject and I
couldn't understand what the problem
was, we'd never seen anything come
into our company like they were
describing. There were a couple LTs
blaming the ammunition.
Just all of a sudden, I remembered
that the infantry battalion our D Co.
supported were supplied with rifles
from Springfield Arsenal and everyone
else had Harrington and Richardsons.
Obviously, the Springfield Arsenal
weapons were not malfunctioning so I
got their attention and laid that on
them and suggested they should go to
the units and compare performances of
the rifles.
They
didn't act too crazy about it but I
think they did it. Now, I was an
instrument man, not small arms, so
that may have had something to do
with their tepid response.
In any event, when I got out of
the meeting I went to our shop and
knowing our spare parts came from Harrington
and Richardson's, went
right to the small arms work bench
and grabbed the drawer that had all
of the M14 extractors and dumped it
on the bench and the fake Instrument
guy said, "What's the matter with
you, are you crazy?"
I just ignored him and as they
spilled onto the bench top I saw
them right away, it was obvious as
hell in some of them, not all, but
too many. And when examined closely
no reasonably knowledgeable person
would miss in the die-cast
extractors a swelling at precisely
the point where they come flush with
the bolt when assembled. The
extractor "stem" holds the bolt
together which is under load from
the firing pin and ejector springs.
The swellings at the shoulder of the
stem where it connects to main body
of the extractor caused the
extractor to work it's way out of
the bolt especially during automatic
fire and then the bolt flew apart
because of the load on the springs.
It was that simple.
I had that figured before I
dumped the drawer of parts.
For cryin out loud, if the
extractor is the part that holds the
bolt together and it comes apart
....... then the extractor didn't do
it's job of locking the parts in the
bolt, period. Find out why the
extractor came out and you got it.
See the picture to the right of
what appears to be some "healthy"
extractors, no swellings here but
"X" marks the spot where I found the
swellings.
Considering what I found it's
entirely possible there was a
problem with the total outside
length of the "stems," also. This
could cause the outside of the
extractor to hit something and jar
things loose, I don't know.
So, I got some of the fatter
stemmed ones, cautioned the guys
about using them and took off for
our orderly room. I got up there and
got ahold of some Lt and told him
about it so he could take them to
battalion and make himself look
good. I waited a few days and when
nothing happened gave some to the
people in support command hdqrs -
never heard a word from anybody and
I just kept working on the
inspection team. Next thing I know
I'm doing the small arms and the
instruments both, for the inspection
team.
As you might have guessed, I kind
of checked this little story with
the internet and boy is there a
bunch of info on the "extractor
problem" but you'd be surprised at
how few identified the extractor's
stem as being the problem where they
were flying apart. Here are a couple
excerpts from blogs I ran across
that zeroed on the "stem."
have
the following from
GUS:(excerpt)
There was an official
Marine Corps Modification
Instruction that was dated
in the late 1960's about
rounding the bottom edge of
the extractor like this for
the M1 Garand. That's right,
the Garand and not the M14.
I was taught to
perform this modification on
the extractor for both the
M14 and M1 in 1972. We also
modified the top slightly by
sanding/grinding a hollow on
top of the extractor so it
would not jam against the
shoulder of the barrel.
Finally, we
were taught to grind the
post of the extractor so
they would all be a little
above the bottom plane of
the bolt. Now, so that
doesn't get confusing, it
means you grind it so it
doesn't stick out from the
bolt and a little too short
is better than being just
even with the bolt, or
worse, sticking out from the
bolt. This last case is
where the trouble comes
from. The cartridge case can
hit it that way and pop it
upwards loose or out of the
bolt during loading.
Once these
modifications were done, we
considered the extractors
interchangeable between both
rifles.
Oh, yes, even "M14"
extractors occasionally had
posts that stuck below the
surface of the bolt. Not
many and it would be hard to
say what percentage, but
enough that it was on the
checklist for building NM
M14's.
HTH
3-29-10
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M14
Rifle Extractor Departure
Problem (excerpt)
There have been cases
where commercial manufacture
extractors have flown out of
the bolt while the rifle is
cycling. These extractors
can usually be made
serviceable by further
machining of the divot where
the extractor spring plunger
rests on the extractor, or
by replacing the extractor
spring plunger. An alternate
solution is to replace the
commercially-made extractor
with a USGI extractor.
Often, the commercial
extractor spring tension is
incorrect, the extractor
spring detent is too large
or the extractor stem is too
long.
M14 Rifle History and
Development
Author Lee Emerson
Link for his book
http://www.lulu.com/product/hardcover/m
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Now
I did my thing in 1963 and people
are still struggling with this
thing. I don't really know what to
say. I wasn't even a Small Arms
Repairman and was right on it. Maybe
I should have gone to the Colonel
myself and presented a really solid
case but I was thinking hard about
getting out and was out of time, I
guess.
I apologize for not pushing the
thing harder, especially to anyone
in 'Nam that may have had problems
with the weapon.
Then, my company up and promotes
me to E-5. I wondered how they did
that with no slot and when they gave
me the orders, there it was, MOS
421.10 Small Arms Repairman! Now I
was pissed off! They had just
screwed me out of any chance to get
my Pro-Pay back. Small Arms didn't
have pro-pay 'cause those guys were
a-dime-a-dozen, Hell, everybody was
a small arms man. They thought they
were, anyway.
I talked to them about changing me and the other
guy back around but they never did. I took my
promotion, bought a car, got my pass in my pocket and
started re-thinking any army career. I disliked the
promoting in slots of people who could not do the job.
What if Stewart would've wound up in Nam where they
needed Instrument bad and they already had a shit-pot
full of small arms? Why didn't something happen with
the defective rifles? Didn't they realize that the
only ones working correctly would eventually fail
because of the use of defective spare repair parts
they might get? And so on ........
Now, there were three of us promoted to E-5 on the
same set of orders. Myself, Sutton and a French kid
from Louisiana whose name I believe may have been
Slater (not sure though). We got the orders first of
month, I think and all went to town to celebrate. We
didn't get back to the barracks until very late. We
only wound up with like 2-3 hours sleep and would you
believe .......? Here comes a 5th Army inspection team
to do an unannounced MacNamara check of our division!
And they chose our company for the P.T. test
....... unbelievable! They took us right from work
formation to the testing. The kid from Louisiana
passed out on the "40 yard crawl" and Sutton fell off
the "overhead bars" but continued the test until he
fell out on last exercise, the "2 mile run" after 1
lap around the field. I got through all of it and made
almost 2 laps on the field and could do no more.
Damned near killed us. Had we known, of course, we
would never have gone to town. But we survived it and
even in our depreciated state did better than some and
probably just as good as the average did.
And about this time, I went into messhall for
breakfast and it was one of my very first times after
the promotion so I went into the dining area set aside
for Officers and NCOs and it was an eerie experience
as I had always taken my meals with the regular
enlisted men. Anyway, I got my food from the mess line
and went to an empty table, where a new guy would set,
and sat down to eat and had just started when a Sgt
First Class came sat at the other side of my table.
I didn't recognize him but he just sat there,
looking into his plate and then made some derogatory
remarks about the food. But heck, it wasn't the best
but I'd had worse and then he said "For two cents I'd
take this stuff in there and throw it in the colonel's
face!"
So, all I said was "I doubt the colonel is in for
work yet."
And lordy if that guy didn't jump up, grab his
tray, and headed for the battalion offices which were
right across the hallway from the messhall doors. It
was summer and all the doors were open and he walked
straight through and into battalion and slammed the
tray down onto the desk there where, I believe, the
Battalion O.D. was setting.
I sat there watching and didn't know for sure what
to do. I didn't feel senior enough to try to calm the
situation. His head is bobbing up and down and he is,
literally, raising Hell. And when he slammed his tray
down, his coffee cup tipped and the officer was trying
to sop that up and the guy helped but was still
raising Hell.
Then he whirled away from the desk and walked out
and down the hallway and I never saw him in there
again.
Within a day or two, they had a big re-organization
of the messhall. The mess officer and the mess
sergeant are both replaced, etc. There was no big row
about it and nothing in the division paper nor was
anything ever posted on the bulletin boards. It was a
non-event, believe it or not.
I finally figured that the little deal had been
staged and the sgt was probably C.I.D. because he sure
disappeared - I never saw him again. The people in the
messhall had probably been exposed as having done some
irregularities and the army was just cleaning up the
mess.
All I know is the new mess sergeant, either Freeman
or Freeborn, was from Albia, IA about 25 miles from my
hometown. And boy, could that s.o.b. cook. We had the
best chow from then on I ever ate on a regular basis
anywhere, including my own home.
Then we are off on a big maneuver to S. Carolina.
It was a big one, 5 divisions and all kinds of
unattached units and sections. We were to fly to
S.Carolina where we would again be the aggressors
attacking the USA. We had one of the other divisions
on our side, can't remember who, maybe the 2nd Armored
Division.
We drove from Colorado to Wichita, Kansas and then
they loaded everything onto C130s and C133s and flew
us there. It was hot as Hell going across to Wichita
and was really hot on the airstrip where we waited
about 24 hours before they got us out of there. I
drove our ordnance van right up into the back of the
thing and they got three vans straight in there and
two trailers, which were set kind of cock-eyed, if I
remember right. Each vehicle had been
weighed and the weight written on their windshield.
One van was about 16,000# and the other two were about
18,000# apiece. Can't remember what the trailers
weighed, probably not much. The vans had all the tools
and stuff in them as they could be better secured
there.
We flew into some S. Carolina Air National Guard
base and immediately deployed into the countryside to
prepare for the exercise. Kind of odd; land, back off
the plane, get in line and just drive off and into the
countryside like it's one fluid movement! Never even hardly stopped!
We got into the field OK but there was confusion
and we had trouble finding rations. We had emergency
rations with us but wouldn't break them out until
absolutely necessary. The mess sergeant put out a call
for food from the guys, whatever they had in their
rucksacks, so to speak and they all pitched in
whatever they had and it all went into one of the big
pots at the messhall and he made up whatever extra he
had to have and we got one meal of just plain pot luck
stew and it wasn't too bad either.
The mess sergeant took up a collection and gave it
to one of the cooks who took a couple volunteers and a
3/4 ton truck and went over to a farmer's house where
we had seen a field of watermelons growing and asked
to buy some and the old farmer asked "are you with
that bunch over there?" And they said yes and he said
"well, if you're army you just go ahead and take
whatever you need" and refused our money! I really
thought a lot of that old guy's help. Really
appreciated it! He raised good melons, too!
The people of South Carolina that we came into contact
were almost always just great. Friendly, helpful and
so forth.
As a matter of fact, our maneuvers that had thousands
of men in it produced no heroes that I am aware of but
those people did, and it was a girl!
In the later exercises, we had a helicopter go down in
a lake there in the area. It was nice day and
everything and may even have been on a Sunday and
there were a lot of people enjoying themselves there
by a lake. The pilot later said he was
going down and there were people all around except for
the water and so that's where he went to avoid going
into some bystanders.
When the machine went down into the water, the people
got up to see what was going on and the pilot finally
got out of the thing and was trying to swim to shore
but couldn't do it as he had some pretty debilitating
injuries so one of the local girls who had been
swimming there jumped in and swam out to try and help
him and, by golly, she got him out of there! Saved his
life, without a doubt.
A genuine Heroine! Our division newspaper featured her
in the next issue it put out. She was just a teenager
and pretty and of course she then became the
Division's Sweetheart.
Would you believe ....... a few years later the girl
was on the TV program "I've got a secret" which
I was watching with my brother's family in Davenport,
IA. and when she came on I was sure I knew her and she
never said but just a few words and I remembered and
told them who she was, etc. and they didn't believe me
AND IT WAS THE GIRL!
When the actual maneuver started, our C.G. moved
his anti-aircraft missiles forward and vectored on the
areas where he figured the opponents would use his
airborne. He knew the prevailing tactics would lead
them to use the airborne to blunt our
attack and that they could only be dropped
in certain areas so he had those "covered" so to
speak.
.
Well, I heard the umpires ruled he got about 3/4 of
them while still in their planes then everyone was
pulled back and they started the exercise again in a
more conventional manner. Rumor? Who knows ........
All I know is that later our Ordnance company got
cut off and abandoned. We were left so the main combat
body could use the roads - they always get first dibs
that way. This is an acceptable practice in a combat
situation - you must preserve your battle strength.
The airborne sent a scout party down the little
side-road towards us, probing I reckon, and we had a
perimeter set up. But what they didn't know was that
we were an ordnance company and that we had a lot of
weapons in-house (brought in for repair and ready to
go back) that was not our normal TOE.
We had several machine guns, for instance, in
addition to our normal complement. Instead of
attacking 1-2 guns, they ran into 4-5, for instance on
just that one side of the perimeter. Well, the
scouting party was wiped out, of course.
Kind of funny here. When we set the perimeter up on
the road side of our position, we figured somebody
might try to escape back down the road as we were
using blanks and couldn't stop them but our guys found
an old log, not real big, somewhere there in the brush
and brought it to the ambush site and had it there by
the road. When the airborne came down the road we let
a jeep or two go through unmolested then sprung the
"ambush" and as expected they just started turning
around to drive home except we ran out into the road
with the log and trapped their lead jeeps and one got
around it and the other one ran into and over it as it
wasn't that big, anyway.
Then they drove their jeeps home and reported there
was at least battalion strength up the road and we had
maybe 100-120 men and they were mechanics ..........
Well, having grossly miscalculated our
actual strength they called an air strike in on our
"Battalion" (we were only one small company).
So our outfit negotiated with the umpires and everyone
agreed that the air strike had crippled us badly so
they said we were to leave there and return to our
regular command. Well, we went down the road towards
the airborne to get out of there and the airborne took
umbrage with our passing through.
They descended on us in a fury, made everybody
dismount the trucks and lay face down in the ditch
jamming rifle butts into our backs while they looted
our trucks, regardless of the umpires. And they got
pretty rough.
We lost our beer and they stole the nice portable
radio that my fellow driver had. All for showing them
up, I guess. Had we known that rough stuff was
allowed, there would've been a fight, for sure.
We made our Division Newspaper over
that deal because of the scrap we imposed on the
opponent - battalion, indeed.
We got the maneuver over and went back to Colorado,
flying into Denver this time. We asked why Denver and
they said we can land there but we were afraid to take
off from there, the air is too thin.
Soon after we got back, I went home for a quick
leave then back to work. I pretty much was occupied by
the inspection team. It was all right by me as I was
exempt from extra duties, carried my pass in my pocket and
drove to work in a new car. If I had to be
there, what better job could I get?
A very
interesting thing happened when I went on leave. I
went through the northern part of Kansas on a
highway that would be Hwy 136 in northern Missouri
and passes through about 25 miles south of my
hometown in southern Iowa.
As I approached this one Kansas town of fair size
I decided I'd better fill up with gas not knowing
what was on down the highway so I pulled into this
sizable filling station to get the gas ........ and
nobody was there! I started hollering and pretty
soon here came this kid about 15-16 years old and he
pumped the gas for me. The place had cars on lifts
and everything and not a soul in sight, kind of like
one of those weird movies. I asked him what was
going on.
The kid says "Well, we had some excitement." and
I asked what could do this and the kid kind of
reluctantly says "Well, this Army officer was
driving down the road and didn't like the way we
were flying the flag. So he stopped and started
arguing and yelling and next thing him and my
brother were duking it out and we called the police
and they came and took everybody to court! They took
bystanders 'cause they were the witnesses! I got
left to watch the place."
I could hardly believe my ears! I finally got
enough information out of him to know what happened.
Kennedy had been assassinated not long before and
the flag was being flown at half-mast all over the
country but here in Kansas where I had seen
billboards with "Impeach Justice Warren!" on them
there were hard feelings about the politics then in
vogue in the country.
The people at the filling station had displayed
the flag "upside-down" and when the officer, a
major, came by and saw the flag he pulled in and
expressed HIS political views. Since reconciliation
was non-existent, they opted to settle the matter
with fisticuffs.
The thing is, as far as I'm concerned, they were
both probably right. Anyway, I got my gas and went
on my way, figuring the Major could/would take care
of himself and reason in the community would
prevail.
I got my leave over and got back to Ft Carson OK.
I took the leave to avoid giving up any time when I
was discharged as had happened to me in my first
enlistment.
Now, we had this TOW
missile thing that was secret, or parts of it were,
anyway and we supported the people who had the things.
If one of them required repair or something it was
brought to our shop in it's crate, like a gun case
sort of. We would process the paper only, not opening
the crates nor handling the weapon, and send it on to
post depot where civilians, who had "secret" security
clearances I suppose, would do the repair on them. I
don't remember seeing any sighting mechanisms or
anything with the crated tripod/tubes.
Now, we had this one tube, I guess you'd call it,
which had come through our shop 3-4 times for the same
defect and apparently it never got fixed, so the
Infantry unit would send it in again and so on. Here
it comes to our shop one day about the 3, 4th time and
I signed for it and had them put the crate just inside
our door and after they had left, I opened the thing
up and it was very simple, just a tripod and a tube in
the box so I got them out and set the tripod up and
put the tube on it and started checking the thing and
it was exactly like the Infantry guys said. It had too
much play in the azimuth locking mechanism and the
muzzle would drift quite a bit (in the photo you can
see the sighting mechanism is mounted directly to the
tripod system ABOVE the locking mechanism - if the
muzzle drifted, so did the "line of sight") - causing
problems with target acquisition.
About that time, I
got a call from our Armament LT and he asked if I had
the gun/missile there and I said yes, I still have it
and he said well hurry up and get the thing over to
base, they are waiting on it. Then I understood that
they had a time set on the movement of the thing for
security purposes, I suppose. I went back to work on
it and worked on a ring in the lock mechanism.
And got another call and Lt says get that thing out
of there and then he says he's coming to the shop.
Well, I had it figured out by then and when he got
there I was just ready to re-assemble the thing,
re-crate, etc. But when he walked into the shop it was
still laying on the floor in pieces. I thought the
poor guy was going to collapse but I got it together
and into the box and on it's way - wasn't that much to
assemble, actually. I tagged the defective part so
there was no way base could not see it.
Well, I really caught Hell for that in my company
and they sent me right on up the line. Too hot for
them to handle, I guess. Next day I was standing
before the man. Full bird colonel that ran the Support
Command for the 5th Division. He was a really sensible
man and he started the little deal by asking somebody
in the room, from battalion I think, just what the
deal was and that guy presented the whole thing to the
colonel and when they were done he asked me if I knew
the thing was secret and I told him "yes sir, I did."
Now, he knew me, not well, but he knew I worked
with the inspection team. So he says "Why did you do
it?" not in a hostile way but more like he's still
gathering the facts of the case. So I told him.
I said, "Well sir, the gun had been through the
system about 3 times for the same defect and no one
ever fixed it. It occurred to me that if we are a
STRAC and ROAD designated unit and we have to be able
to fulfill our mission overseas but if we are suddenly
sent to Africa or some such place and if one of the
guns doesn't work, who is going to fix it, can't send
it back to base then. So I figured I may as well do it
and maybe get some experience while I'm doing it."
He ask me a couple more questions pertinent to the
deal at hand then ask the battalion officer if there
was any objection to my having a "secret" clearance
and he said no and he asked me "can you pass an
investigation?" and I said "yes sir, I was sure I
could." So he said OK and looked at the Battalion CO
and said, "better get this man a security clearance then, right
away."
No way did I get an ass-chewing. That old boy
didn't have to do that - the mark of a good leader. I
was impressed too, by the way he did it. Calm, nothing
but the facts, only pertinent conversation allowed and
so forth. Direct and to the point without being abrupt
and aggressive or abusive. Always keeping in sight
what would be best for the army.
Also, I'm positive that had I done it in almost any
other way, he'd have roasted my turkey
ass.
We were still working on the clearance when I got
out of the Army.
And the gun? It came back through the shop and it
was fixed and the silly s.o.b. over at base put a note
on the part I had worked on saying, "By the way here
is the part you ruined". I pointed the defective
part out to them, only then did they fix it and then
blamed me! But we never saw the gun again,
either. And if my work on the gun caused
the problem, what was the deal the first 2-3 times it
came into the shop - we never even opened the box
either of those times?
I'm not sure
about this but I do know this was some kind of
base facility. I took the picture because of the
clouds on Pike's Peak. I think this could very
well be part of the base thing that gave me the
heartburn.
By that time I had a couple months
to go and since no one would talk to me about
helicopter school, my pro-pay was gone, my MOS had
been changed to something I didn't want I figured
it was maybe time to get out. I didn't have much
time left to make up my mind.
We were out driving one day and I had a couple
of the guys in my car and we drove up into the
hills west of Colorado Springs on a pass and came
to this one place. I had taken a couple pictures
of the place from the west and after found I out
the name of the joint I couldn't believe it
....... Cripple Creek! I had heard of it all my
life and there I was .... there!
After we
drove through the town the guys wanted to make a
stop and there is an intersection on the hill
west of town and we stopped there. I went into
the cemetery to look around and see if any
Conger people was there but I didn't get to
check many sites when the guys wanted to leave
but I got two pictures showing a part of the
cemetery. Also, it was kind of sad but it seemed
to me there was an abnormal number of small
graves there. Just babies some of them. I
could only surmise that the conditions there
must have been pretty rough, especially on the
young ones. Makes one think a little.
We drove on North from there, up
to an east-west highway then turned
around and came back.
One more story and .........
I had my orders for discharge and was going to
leave after one last thing was done so I was just
waiting and some one said something about a parade
so I thought I'd kill some time watching one. I
had been in enough of them and never really seen
one excepting the big one over in Hanau, Germany.
I asked where and went there and sure enough, they
were gathering on the review stand so I just stood
by the stand and watched and right away here comes
this outfit marching down the road and they get up
by the field and leave the road and come onto the
field.
As they come on the field and stay back a ways
forming up into a square then went to "at ease"
and a cloud of smoke arose over their heads. The
next unit came down the road and same thing, they
get on the field and a puff of smoke goes up from
the formation when they are given the command
"Smoke if you got'm."
It was really odd kind of, every unit came on
the field and a puff of smoke went up. I don't
remember ever smoking on a parade field but they
sure did.
Then they passed in review.
And I went back to personnel, did the last item
and started driving for Iowa ....... not really
wanting to but did it anyway.
EEC 4/20/11
Ernest E Conger 6/14/2013
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