In War: The More Things Change...
[Kat]
Reading this story from Bob Krumm, his last paragraph brought a little story to mind:
Actually, I have heard several people complain about one thing: the food in the mess hall. Even with new Soldiers some things never change.
In March, while attending the Vets For Freedom event at the World War I Museum, I met vets from several eras including Korea, Vietnam and Desert Storm. I spoke to several of these gentlemen about their service. One gentleman, Mr. Oelklaus, told me a story that sounded utterly familiar.
It was 1967 and his was stationed on a forward operating base, responsible for the repair and maintenance of vehicles. The base had many other units on it including Airborne, artillery and the like. Each unit had their own area with hooches, showers and latrines.
As is apparently customary in the military on such a base, people would seek out the closest, cleanest or most operational showers and latrines. In this case, members of the 101st would return from 3 to 14 day patrols and scatter to the various latrines and showers on the base, using up all the hot water. The BC (battalion commander) for the maintenance unit was the recipient of several cold showers and finally got a bug up his rear echelon. He ordered a guard be put on the showers 24/7 and no one that was not part of the mechanic's unit was to be allowed to use the showers.
Pvt Oelklaus was assigned to the exciting post of guard of the latrines and showers. On his first day, he observed a group of weary, dirty, insect bitten, stinking grunts approaching his station. It was a squad that had just returned from seven days in the bush. The designated spokesman for the group asked Oelklaus what was up with the guard post. After Oelklaus explained his duty, he noted some serious unrest among the group. Also, he said that his "esprit d'corps" was eating him up because he knew these men had been out for a long time and shouldn't be barred from getting a hot shower. Who could turn such men away? He repeated to me several times, "all they wanted was a hot shower. They deserved it."
So, he noted to the group that he did not see any unit patches (as they were in shorts, t-shirts and flip flops) and that there were so many people on the base, who could possibly know if they were actually members of his unit or not? He stepped to the side and opened the door, admonishing them to be as quick as possible and that, if "someone" was coming, he would bang on the wall and they would need to vacate immediately.
All went well and the troops were able to get their hot showers. But, that night, the BC had an unexpected visitor to his hooch. Namely, a CS canister that took up residence, with unknown assistance, just as he was nodding off to sleep.
Apparently, the message was received. After some jumping up and down and screaming for somebody's head, the guard was taken off the showers the next day.
I've read similar stories from today's war from both sides of the "conflict". Those that were mad because their showers never had hot water due to utilization from others not assigned to their areas and those that were ticked off that there was never enough hot water to take shower in their own areas after days on patrol so they were forced to tromp a mile or two over to another area to use the showers.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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