What memorable moments during your time in the service woud you like to share?

When I was stationed at Fort Bliss, we headed out to the wilds of MacGregor Range for field duty with HHB 11th ADA. Out in the field for two weeks before we headed back to the rear. I was to drive the deuce and a half loaded with port-a-potties back. A captain nobody liked from the colonel down to the lowest private decided right before we moved out to use the potty. He order me to not move under any circumstances until he was done, then climbed into the bed to get into one. Major in charge of S3 tells me to move out, so I inform him of the captain using the head. The major smiles and says, "Well, seeing as I outrank him, what you gonna do?"

I reply, "I'm going to move out." to which he replies, "Good answer, soldier." I drive about five feet when the major yells, "Private, STOP NOW!" I stomp on the brakes and the port-a-potties tilt and fall at a slant. I hear a large splash and a lot of cussing from the captain. He comes out to ream my butt but instead gets a tongue lashing for taking a dump right before a move-out from the major. He had to ride in the back of the truck because his pants were covered in s**t.

The fighter squadron officer forgot to close the range safety gate on test range when he came in, and the aircraft was due on range shortly for a low-level drop of a 2,000 lb. high drag bomb for accuracy scoring.

I took a man to go close the gate, and on returning to the control tower I noticed a small black dot in the middle of a kerosene cloud on the horizon, heading into the target pylon on a hot run just as we were passing the target.

The Sgt. opened the truck up and we were doing over 90 mph down a dirt runway when the F-4 passed over us close enough for me to recognize the pilot's face. Fortunately, we were kicking up a big enough dust trail for the pilot to see in time to hold cold.

Apparently the squadron officer, in addition to leaving the gate open, had also cleared the F-4 in hot, assuming that we would take the long way back around the range rather than come back the way we went.

I found out that day the futility of trying to outrun an F-4 with a Dodge Power Wagon, and it gave me an appreciation for what the bad guys last moments must feel like.

Coming home after two months in the field and in dire need of a high-n-tight. All the barber shops i usually went too were very busy. I continued driving down the coast and came across a barber shop in a neighborhood that you could tell, very few frequented. I walked inside, sat down and noticed all these photographs of celebrities on the walls. Minutes later, Ike Turner and an entourage walked through the door. Ike took a seat with a barber and I mustered up the courage to introduce myself. This event occurred shortly after Tina Turner's movie had been released. Ike gave me an autographed photo "Never be a fool in love. What's love got to do with it...not a damn thing". And I got my haircut sitting right beside him.