Comments for TINS!* A Dissertation on Time Dilation

TINS!* A Dissertation on Time Dilation

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 00:12:03 -0600

A while back, John mentioned that getting shot in the body armor while he was wearing it *hurt* and left a mark, then on Saturday, CPT Sin City admitted to having gotten a whack to the IBA while he was wearing it which *hurt* and left a mark, and now John does a post on testing body armor while you’re wearing it.I can take a hint. Brab and BCR have heard the story before, so don’t either of you jump into the middle and spoil it, ho-kay?First, some background. Helicopter pilots in RVN wore a chunk of personal protection we...

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-28

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 04:30:48 -0600

Gee, Sis, it depends on whether you're defining *hard* as "difficult" or "durable"...

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You got me confused with one of the cherubim you see during one of your epic benders.

No, I was referring to a previous comment I had made concerning your peculiar idea of R&R after the fifth time I got shot down.

You decided *fifth* was an omen and proceeded to grab -- and guzzle -- every one of 'em within reach.

[Gratuitous educational aside to the youngsters: booze used to be measured in fifths of a gallon, rather than triple-digit milliliters.] [Further blog-ucational aside for newbies to the Castle. Carborundum is Bill's Guardian Angel, the only reason there *is* a Bill, given his arrant disregard for his own safety]

Comment from carborundum on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:59:21 -0600

Creme de Menthe? You got me confused with one of the cherubim you see during one of your epic benders. Yeah, Charlie left the bang-stick in the spider hole but *I* was the one that arranged for the original oilcloth wrapping to be chewed by rodents and the subsequent mud-wallowing by a small but energetic pig. You're welcome.

Comment from AFSister on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 20:08:56 -0600

so..... was it, Bill?

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 14:16:45 -0600

With the steel plate, it weighed forty pounds.

Didn't bother me, but I've got some chucklesome anecdotes about *others* who opined differently.

Especially the Advisor, who dropped it on his foot. Instead of lifting him to a mud fort for its grand opening, I medevaced him for a busted instep.

Comment from Boquisucio on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 14:09:10 -0600

I'm sure that there after, those were the lightest 35-Pounds ever carried by a man.

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:38:59 -0600

I'll answer that when one of the Denizennes asks it.

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:20:50 -0600

There! See? Was that so hard?

;^ )

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:13:21 -0600

Right.

"...and when the troopies recovered the SKS, the bolt face was stuck to the chamber, full of feathers and bubblegum, and smelling faintly of bad bourbon and creme de menthe."

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:00:31 -0600

I like my version better.

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:52:49 -0600

Nup -- ground troopies recovered it and said it looked like he'd just left it in the spider hole for about two months, with one in the spout, and had just draped a rice bag over it to keep the mud off.

Bolt was rusted solid in the receiver. They said it was amazing he'd gotten *one* shot off.

So, the moral of the story is, "Leave the fighting to the professionals. And don't keep your lighter in your kangaroo pouch."

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:03:45 -0600

Who d'you think was gumming up the bolt on the SKS?

Comment from olga on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:59:03 -0600

wow... I am sure Carborundum lost half of his feathers that day...

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 09:12:56 -0600

Those little brass ones for the ace bandages, right? Cuties.

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:51:11 -0600

Relax, Twin. They were *small* safety pins.

Comment from AFSister on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:26:53 -0600

SAFETY PINS??
ouch... and then some.

Comment from BillT on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 07:05:54 -0600

Closest I came to getting a PH was when I couldn't get the bleeding stopped one night, and I thought I might need stitches. That's when the crew chief told me about the safety pins in the survival kit...

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-07-27

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 06:43:22 -0600

Flying is dangerous. The Auld Soldier was out tootling the airways in the Republic of Vietnam when some person unappreciative of the presence of aviators (because I'm sure he wasn't annoyed with the Auld Soldier) started banging away. One of them hit the Auld Soldier's body armor, penetrated, and the remnants defaced the Auld Soldier's integument, hit a rib, and rambled along the rib for a while before getting tired enough to call it a day.

And, IIRC, that wasn't the Auld Soldier's last Purple Heart during that tour, either.