Today at work, I was on lunch... nothing out of the normal. But I met this guy that works as a GM stocker. He came in. I've seen him around before, but I've never really talked to him.
So we got to talking, and somehow the conversation turned into military discussion. Turns out, he served in the 82nd infantry during the Gulf War in the early 90's. He had QUITE the stories to share too :| I'm going to try to share some of his stories, so excuse me for butchering them up.
He said he was the guy that manned the machine gun ontop the hummers. The .50. He constantly referred to this gun as "she" or "her". He said he spent so much time with "her" he knew "her" inside and out. But anyway... onto some of the little anicdotes he told me.
He said the worst thing he could remember about it all was the time one of his CO's got killed. They were driving in a convoy and the 1st Lt was in the front seat, passenger side, and he got shot in the head. They stopped and they all bailed and found cover and called in an apache gunship for support. While they were waiting he kept looking at his CO slumped over in the vehicle with his head leaking everywhere.
He said it wasn't so bad seeing the enemy lying everywhere dead, but it really got to you seeing one of your own.
Also, he said he had to lay in a foxhole for almost two days with a corpse on him. He and his foxhole buddy were dug in and getting heavy fire. He kept telling his buddy to stay down and not try to fight back because they were so badly outnumbered... and to just wait for support.
Well his friend didn't listen and raised up to try to fire back. He said it was like a brick of firecrackers going off... his friend got hit five times and just fell over backwards like a sack of potatoes. He had to lay underneath his body for about 18 hours before support got there and secured the area.
He told me about a time when (again) he was manning the .50 machine gun on a hummer, and they went around a turn in the road and the enemy had dug out a trench in the road to catch the front wheels of vehicles. They drove down into the trench and got stuck. As soon as they hit, he saw a guy with an RPG aimed at them, ready to fire.
He laid on the machine gun until the belt was empty... he said one of the bullets must have hit the head of the RPG because the guy exploded. He said it was just a big fireball and a red mist. After that guy blew up all the other guys ran away.
He said that .50 machine gun was the best weapon he ever used. It made such a distinct sound a lot of the enemy would run just by hearing it. All you'd see when you'd fire it is everything just blowing up. Rocks, dirt, metal, trees, buildings, body parts... whatever was in front of you would just explode through the air.
And lastly, he told me about a time when he and like four other guys were clearing a building. They were pinned down behind a corner in a hallway by three guys at the end of the hall. He rolled a grenade down there and after it blew all five of them charged around the corner with their rifles firing. He said the grenade had totally wiped them out... there wasn't anything but mangled people parts and holes in the walls.
Well... that's it :| You'd never know it by looking at this guy he was a veteran. I don't know how his mind is still in one piece after all that. It's crazy to think he went from such a life to being a Wal-Mart stocker... but yeah. Interesting fellow!
God bless you sir for serving! Praise the Lord you made it back in one piece.
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