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busterb · 06-03-2005, 03:01 PM

I'll try to start when we left Germany in Jan. 63. Aboard the Upsure?
Anyway it was a troopship, about 1200 onboard. The N. Atlantic isn't nice in winter.
We had to stop in Rota, Spain and pickup some Seabees, and then drop then off in RI.
So we got off ship at Brooklyn navy yard & were carried to Ft. Hamilton, NY for discharge.
After the paper work, back pay, leave pay and a ticket back to POO. Point of origin. We're sent on our way. Most went to the Port Authority bus station to go to other airports. Think I went to NJ. Then some of us went to a bar close by. I had planned it on the trip home, when I took a shower & shaved, I tossed my dirty things in trash. So I had an empty awol bag. At the bar I bought a pint & 4 fifths of whiskey, think maybe I.W. Harper. We were 1/2 bombed when we got on plane to Atlanta.
The gal cut me off after 2 drinks. So I asked if I could please have a 7-up? Yes, ok I'll just mix my own.
I got off plane there & tried to call home or the store my folks owned. Hell I only had 4 numbers. While gone the added 3 more. I got lady working at store after a while and told her to have dad to meet me in Jackson at Thompson field. So I got off the phone and went to catch my flight. A city cop stopped me an asked for my orders. Maybe I was walking a bit sideways. Opps I had crammed all my paper work in my duffle bag to ship home from NY.
Anyway I spent the night in jail in Atlanta, which was about 20 miles from airport at that time. I paid a 15 buck find & they let me go. Hey, how about a ride to airport? Don't push it. Call a cab. The sob cop lied, he didn't change my flight. Another 6 bucks down the hole. Wonder if that's because I first begged, then tried to kick his butt?

So hello USA first night.

Dad came to pick me up, I was in lounge drinking a Bush Bavarian beer, had never heard of it. The Bavarian part sounded well, but yuk.
He walked up by me and said “see you’re having breakfast." I told him about 20 yrs. later where I spent the night. While on way home we went by the gold coast, which was across the county line from Jackson and some what wet. I hadn't told him about the whiskey in my bag. We stopped at a place to get a pint & he asked me if I remembered all the times I had asked about a scar on his arm, while small? He introduces me to a guy and says "he stabbed me when we were about your age."

I'm trying to work up to when I started working in S. LA. Then offshore and overseas.

I was having a great time. Most of the upward mobile gals thought we had money, because we owned the five & dime. I was trying to catch gals, some were after me. In Oct. I was running after my first great love, who had moved & wrecked dad's pickup. 27 days in hospital. A couple of weeks on crutches.

Got married, yeah I know. NOW

06-03-2005, 03:01 PM	#17
busterb NSABFD Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: MS. usa Posts: 3,908	I'll try to start when we left Germany in Jan. 63. Aboard the Upsure? Anyway it was a troopship, about 1200 onboard. The N. Atlantic isn't nice in winter. We had to stop in Rota, Spain and pickup some Seabees, and then drop then off in RI. So we got off ship at Brooklyn navy yard & were carried to Ft. Hamilton, NY for discharge. After the paper work, back pay, leave pay and a ticket back to POO. Point of origin. We're sent on our way. Most went to the Port Authority bus station to go to other airports. Think I went to NJ. Then some of us went to a bar close by. I had planned it on the trip home, when I took a shower & shaved, I tossed my dirty things in trash. So I had an empty awol bag. At the bar I bought a pint & 4 fifths of whiskey, think maybe I.W. Harper. We were 1/2 bombed when we got on plane to Atlanta. The gal cut me off after 2 drinks. So I asked if I could please have a 7-up? Yes, ok I'll just mix my own. I got off plane there & tried to call home or the store my folks owned. Hell I only had 4 numbers. While gone the added 3 more. I got lady working at store after a while and told her to have dad to meet me in Jackson at Thompson field. So I got off the phone and went to catch my flight. A city cop stopped me an asked for my orders. Maybe I was walking a bit sideways. Opps I had crammed all my paper work in my duffle bag to ship home from NY. Anyway I spent the night in jail in Atlanta, which was about 20 miles from airport at that time. I paid a 15 buck find & they let me go. Hey, how about a ride to airport? Don't push it. Call a cab. The sob cop lied, he didn't change my flight. Another 6 bucks down the hole. Wonder if that's because I first begged, then tried to kick his butt? So hello USA first night. Dad came to pick me up, I was in lounge drinking a Bush Bavarian beer, had never heard of it. The Bavarian part sounded well, but yuk. He walked up by me and said “see you’re having breakfast." I told him about 20 yrs. later where I spent the night. While on way home we went by the gold coast, which was across the county line from Jackson and some what wet. I hadn't told him about the whiskey in my bag. We stopped at a place to get a pint & he asked me if I remembered all the times I had asked about a scar on his arm, while small? He introduces me to a guy and says "he stabbed me when we were about your age." I'm trying to work up to when I started working in S. LA. Then offshore and overseas. I was having a great time. Most of the upward mobile gals thought we had money, because we owned the five & dime. I was trying to catch gals, some were after me. In Oct. I was running after my first great love, who had moved & wrecked dad's pickup. 27 days in hospital. A couple of weeks on crutches. Got married, yeah I know. NOW __________________ I've haven't left very deep footprints in the sands of time. But, boy I've left a bunch.