I was stationed at Camp McCoy in 1980 when the Cuban refugees came over. Castro open the prison Gates and told him get the hell out. At that time it was Camp McCoy and even up there in Wisconsin there's rednecks with 30 30s. LOL. I loved it up there. They'd be listening on the scanner to us and they knew when the crap was hitting the fan so when the riot kicked off they had the base surrounded. That's where I got tear gassed the first time even though an infantryman told us not to continue going up the hill because they were throwing CS. I said I"'m an MP. I have to get to my unit!" We hit the top of that hill and the gas hit us like a cloud and all you saw was buttholes and elbows running across the field to our platoon Sergeant waiting in a Jeep at the other end is laughing his butt off at us. That was our first riot.

I loved the women of U of W. Absolutely beautiful and friendly women. We had nine days on and three days off and on those three days they helped us make the very best of it let me tell you. One of our guys even got married to a girl he met there. We think it was the first time he'd ever had sex and he liked it so much he decided to get married.

After that we went back to Fort Hood Texas and practice our stomp and drag some more and damn it we were so good they decided to send us a Fort Chaffee Arkansas where we were in two more riots. The refugees live like kings and queens while we lived in Old World War II Hospital Barracks it still had the crank up beds. To be honest, we didn't mind. Those beds are pretty damn comfy! Okay, so there was no air conditioning and heating. It was coming into summer anyway and we didn't really need to bundle up. Since I was a traffic investigator I got assigned to driving an actual patrol car and working traffic enforcement with RADAR. That's where I met the hottest hit-and-run suspect I ever met. Drop dead gorgeous and she knew it! She pulled every trick she could on me trying to get me off the path. Twisting her hair with her finger and flipping her hair back and leaning in close. Pursing her pouting lips. I was quite honestly in a state of deep lust! But damn it. Woody had to stay in the cartoon. Somebody had to deal with the fact that she wrote a nasty note to the person whose car she backed into before she fled. The law must be upheld! ROTFLMAO. In the end I didn't charge her because if I did I would had to have returned to Fort Chaffee from Fort Hood to appear at the trial. So she got off on it. Er... um... she wasn't charged with the offense.

During the actual riots they were peeling up pieces of the asphalt and throwing them a great distance and hitting us. Those guys were damn good at baseball! They had overrun a gate. A 15 foot tall fence with triple concertina at the bottom on both sides and at the top and they just pushed it over and then knocked over a guard shack with a guy inside of it and took off for 48 hours. Some of us ended up pulling duty at listening posts. We were supposed to listen for them walking by on the road leading into Sparta or Tomah. That's where we would have to pull into the tree line next to a stagnant stream and how I became intimately familiar with the Wisconsin state bird - the mosquito!

Good times at Fort McCoy! They renamed it after we left.