Mon, Dec 11th '17 at 22h 09m 39s #6808
i recently have been reading some military biography’s and read one called “Six Silent Men” about lrrps and it is quite frankly fantastic. i also read “Easy Company Soldier” and “Beyond Band of Brothers” and was curious if you guys have some recommendations or possibly have read these.Tue, Dec 12th '17 at 18h 38m 15s #6813
Here’s some books on LRRPs that I have:
US Army Long-Range Patrol Scout in Vietnam 1965-71 (Gordon L Rottman)
LRRPs in Action (Squadron Signal)
US Elite Forces – Vietnam (Squadron Signal)
These are filled with lots of info on organization, weapons and equipment. Very handy for history nerds such as myself!
Wed, Dec 13th '17 at 2h 29m 31s #6818
- This reply was modified 1 year, 3 months ago by CommanderPanzer. Reason: Typo
I’ll take a look at them i think i read some of “lrrps in action” thanks for the reccomendation us historys nerds have to stick together! 🙂Tue, May 22nd '18 at 20h 41m 33s #7795
Found this great poem from WW2.
The Tennessee Maneuvers.
The devil was given permission one day,
to select a good place for the soldiers to play.
He looked around for a month or more
wanting a place that would make them sore.
And, at last was delighted a country view
where the black walnut and the hickory grew,
and vowed that Tennessee could not be beat
as a place for maneuvers in rain, snow, and sleet.
He scattered the rocks so the men could not sleep
and brought weather so cold it froze the sheep.
He then sent some rain, the bed rolls to soak
and a few cards and dice, so the men could stay broke.
He brought the Division from old Camp McCain
and put all its soldiers out in the rain.
He then sent an order to a place called Fort Bragg
to send guns so heavy the bridges would sag.
The 100th Division has their men here too
and the good old 35th fought on the side of the Blue.
Then he brought in some Armored, the 14th I think,
enough soldiers to fill all the towns to the brim.
There are plenty of umpires with their flags of green,
and the craziest ideas I have ever seen.
The trucks are wiped out by simulated shell,
so the umpires can laugh and give the men hell.
The cooks with us are OK, I think,
but they never have rations or water to drink.
All that we got is the coffee they brew
and some stuff in a can that they call G.I. Stew.
And the Devil is happy over the things he done,
to the men in the army that carry a gun.
For the men from the ranks to the General Staff,
are so cold, and hungry, he just has to laugh.
After this War when a man’s around me,
he better not mention the word Tennessee
or a trip to the hills where the Nature is law,
for as sure as He does, it will be the last straw.
On Christmas in Nashville a Tennessee town,
thousands of soldiers were prowling around.
They were hunting some fun, or a good place to eat,
and half of the men had no place to sleep.
And most of the men as long as they are here
will want no passes, not even for a beer.
For the towns in this State, though they seem complete,
can furnish no place for the soldier to eat.
Then January the first in the year forty-four,
the good Lord Himself pulled open the door,
and let the sunshine come into our camp,
and the men covered bushes with clothes that were damp.
That night with bushes still holding up clothes,
and all the men had started to doze.
I know that old Satan came to our Camp again,
for who else but Him could bring such a rain.
One day of sunshine in four weeks of hell,
and most of the soldiers still feeling well.
He’s shaken the plans of the demon below,
who is trying to drown us, while waiting for snow.
Then on the fifth problem with men nearly froze,
down came the order simulate mosquitos,
so we got our head nets, and bars,
for the order came down through the man with the Stars.
He said, “Wear your head nets until seven AM”,
and keep bars in pup tents or hanging on limbs,
and take atabrin pills, the General said
at the first of chow line or you won’t get fed.
For all the Commanders, and the men in their charge,
are exposed to malaria with these insects at large.
If you go without headnets you’ll surely be seen,
by the men from headquarters, that fly flags of green.
Then an order came down that made us all sore,
the cooks serve breakfast at quarter till four,
and the First Sergeant said as he looked straight at me,
We will all get up early in the Artillery.
So at zero three hundred, we all had to rise,
and pull the old headnets down over our eyes,
and disperse on a hill side at about fifteen feet,
then feel in our mess kits for something to eat.
After five problems, we all needed a rest,
but here is what happened now this is the best,
some Big Shot on the staff picks us a spot
where there wasn’t a stick of wood on the lot.
With five weeks now past us, and one more to go.
In this place without firewood, it started to snow.
We’ve now taken all that the devil had,
and all that’s accomplished is to make us mad.
Now we’re on the last problem we’ve all done our part,
and at the end of this week the furloughs will start.
Then the men will go home with tall tales to tell
of the things that they did through this six weeks of hell.
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