Reply to Vickie Metcalfe (70)
From Denise Lajimodiere: Moorhead, MN.
Vicki,
I think you have a book or two up your sleeve – you are an excellent writer!
Denise
Note to Larry Liere (55)
From Mark Schimetz(70): Rolette, ND
Larry Liere brought to mind the cold spring and early summer at Fort Leonard Wood, I was there on April 23, 1972 till about July 23 1972. The worst part I remembered, was sharing shelter halves after night time recon infantry training, dim light flashlight’s and compass with maps to chart out the enemy targets for assault and try to get back safely to report the targets found. We did well finding the targets in near pitch dark sky. However we were caught by the enemy and harassed or some time until, we were told if we all confessed that we could go back to our unit. So then we setup camp on a hill. We were told to camp high, yea well, probably in our 3rd week, dumb as they come, the NCO’S were having their fun with us. Of curse it rained, and it poured ice cold rain. Well we were quite proud of ourselves as we settled in for the night, Yep that lasted all of about 20 minutes. Yep guessed it, the heavy rain brought all kinds of mud and rain straight down the hill and over ran out camps as we struggled to salvage what we could as we were sliding in a near prone position down the hill. Then to make matters worse, we were all itching! Well the sun rose and in the light we gathered up most of our missing gear. It wasn’t long after we were all down to our skivvies, I swear I pulled 50 wood ticks from behind my belts alone. Drill SSgt’s, laughing their arses off and at the same time trying to get us moving. Maybe I am twisted, but I would do it again. I would guess the 3 of us ate some of the same dirt.
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau
Hi Gary,
Yesterday was rain today glorious fall.
i have been copying Wes’ tales, the comments to Wes and taking them
over. I did get a couple of the Hiatt clan comments over. Last night
my computer printer told me it was out of ink so I didn’t get to
take Dick’s latest printed inquiry over to Wes.
As you know I am challenged.
The latest challenge is to figure out how to change my ink cartridge.
I’ll probably just take the whole printer into Karen at the Spectrum
or wait until Sally or Trent can help me.
Recently I’ve had a family visiting. Often at dusk or dawn they
steal crab apples in my back yard. Sven, the cockatiel is first
alert! He chatters his warning. The dogs scamper with an incessant
barking and dash as they are quite determined to warn whatever
that they are my most efficient ferocious guardians.
The dogs continue their barking and jumping, Sven dashes back and
forth on his perch chattering as we all STOP and gaze out the deck
window. Pure beauty. Doe and her two fawns are non deterred by the
threats they just walk lazily back into the wall of sunflowers
from whence they came. Later. Vickie
