I was flying in the back seat of an F-100 near Bu Dop because I kissed the ass of a captain. We had 4-500 pounders and Napalm, with 20 mike mike on board on CAS support mission. Our wingman had same load. Problem is with F-100s they don't have much of a fuel load when fully armed, so you had to get to the location, drop ordnance and book it back to the base.

After flying around and the FAC giving instructions here and there and generally screwing us all over the sky, captain says to me on intercom, "This is going to break radio discipline"

ON THE AIR Flight leader says, "FAC ZERO WHOEVER YOU ARE THIS IS BART ZERO ONE. I HAVE TWO THOUSAND POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVE IRON, NAPALM AND 20 MIKE MIKE ON BOARD AND CANNOT, REPEAT CANNOT LAND WITH ORDNANCE. YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES TO PROVIDE TARGET OR I INTEND TO SHOOT YOU AND YOUR LITTLE AIRPLANE OUT OF THE SKY, OVER."

Within 30 seconds we were targetted and were clear of the area within about 4 minutes, high and dry with a couple of AK-47 holes in the wing.

See, telling the truth works!

LOLOL! Bu Dop, eh? By any chance was that along the Cambodian border near Tay Ninh? Seems (CRS) like we were assigned to a Special Forces camp there for their security for a while, mid '69, maybe. Made some great "trades" with the Greenies...old weapons we'd find for lrrp rations, etc.

When those F-100s would fly close support for us, I really thought they were supersonic...I guess it's because they were so damned close and at tree-top level when they would pull out.

Yogi

Well, once upon a time, somewhere in Italy during WWII the brass decided they wanted to actually tour the front lines. There was a General, a Colonel and a Major and when they got to HQ Co. they were assigned a battle hardened E-6 as a guide.

They humped a litle bit and the Sergeant whispered to the Major "We're getting near no man's land, sir."

The Major whispered to the Colonel "We're getting near no man's land, sir". The Colonel passed it on to the general in a whisper.

"Best keep your head down, sir", the Sergeant whispered to the Major. The Major whispered his advice to the Colonel who whispered it to the General.

Sir, we're 200 yards from an enemy bunker", whispered the Sergeant to the Major. The info was passed up the chain in quiet whispers. The General, laying prone in the mud scanned the scene through his binoculars.

"I don't see any enemy activity," whispered the General to the Colonel. "No enemy activity," whispered the Colonel to the Major. "Where's the enemy?" whispered the Major to the Sergeant.

"They pulled out at 0230 yeaterday," whispered the Sergeant to the Major. The info was passed up the chain.

"Then why the hell are we whispering?" whispered the General to the Colonel who whispered the same thing to the Major who whispered to the Sergeant "Why the hell are you whispering?"

"I've got a cold sir," whispered the Sergeant.

LOL Thud i like that one