tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post3035552282704311543..comments2023-05-24T02:55:45.367-07:00Comments on LETTERS TO GABE: IM FROM GABE 10/03/05Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-5338048864307181552005-10-03T17:22:00.000-07:002005-10-03T17:22:00.000-07:00Jody,Please feed Dickedoo massive doses of butter,...Jody,<br>Please feed Dickedoo massive doses of butter, cream and booze to raise his blood pressure out the roof. <br>PS: Just try not to kill him!<br>OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES COMES WISDOM!<br>Sorry to shout.<br>Hugs,<br>Maryanne<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-62655940274853401372005-10-03T18:35:00.000-07:002005-10-03T18:35:00.000-07:00I agree with Maryanne, the money is not worth it!!...I agree with Maryanne, the money is not worth it!!! I remember when I 1st got to 'Nam, they sent me to An Khe, an outpost of the 1st Cavalry, in a tiney valley, middle of the central part of VietNam. After the landing, during which the pilot put the plane into a nose dive to shame any Stuka dive bomber in WWII, pulling out at the last possible second to set the wheels on the dirt strip and come to a rolling stop, I was hustled off by the crew chief and new passengers loaded, as fast as possible. The plane was wheels up in less than 15 minutes from the time it tipped over into that roller-coaster dive! I staggered over to the tent acting as an operations center, where a ragged looking Staff Sergeant asked me what I was doing there. When I told him I'd been sent up by the powers-that-be in Can Ranh Bay, he snorted and muttered a phrase I was to hear constantly during the next 12 months, FTA! I was NOT supposed to be there, and when I asked when the next transport back was, he replied, "Tomorrow, same time as the one you just came in on!" and pointed me in the direxction of a tent, where I could sack out, and the mess hall wheree I could get some chow, having missed lunch in the haste to catch the plane that was by now a tiny dot on the horizon! <br>I sacked out, until 2:30, when mortars and rockets came raining down on the tiny firebase! I hopped out, grabbed my pants and headed down to the bunker line, as I had no weapon, no helmet, being a newbie. I was assured this was Charlie's nightly greeting to the "forces of freedom", part psych war and part real...but I was happy to get on that plane the next day, not that the place I ended up was any better, since there were NO safe spots in Viet|Nam, NOR, I suspect in Iraq, these days! Best wishes, to you and good luck to your son. I wish him a speedy and safe return home. BruceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-67054847768601074432005-10-03T20:33:00.000-07:002005-10-03T20:33:00.000-07:00I am in tears reading the messages. Your heart mu...I am in tears reading the messages. Your heart must be proud and broken in pieces at the same time. Your in my prayers. Be strong. <br>KathyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-36201188292840478562005-10-04T13:04:00.000-07:002005-10-04T13:04:00.000-07:00I have chills all over my arms reading that. Pray...I have chills all over my arms reading that. Prayers coming Gabe for you and mom.<br><br>Be well,<br>Dawn<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-53560430579263101232005-10-05T15:21:00.000-07:002005-10-05T15:21:00.000-07:00Gabe stay scared it will keep you aliveDebGabe stay scared it will keep you alive<br><br>DebAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56934004668656708.post-17712683778659025232005-10-07T08:24:00.000-07:002005-10-07T08:24:00.000-07:00I started crying, reading this. Keep Dickidoo at h...I started crying, reading this. Keep Dickidoo at home, hogtie him if possible. I wrote the President another note, telling him to bring our soldiers home NOW. Keep safe, Gabe. Be careful! My little brother, who had planned on being an airplancemechanic, has now joined the SEALS. I hope he will stay safe, too. All three of my uncles were in Viet Nam. I remember sending them packets of purple Kool Aid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com