Once upon a time, in a land far far to the west, the military saddled us with REMFs-the first two letters of which stood for Rear and Echelon. REMFs were fearless after the shit quit flying. REMFs got all the medals because-hey-they were driving the typewriters and had plenty of time to do their own valor writeups and willing higher up REMFs who would sign off …if they got some of the medals action. I watched an arty fire mission kill 14 water buffalo one afternoon and zero dinks. Two months later, I heard the Light Col. in charge of the Firebase got a V for his 105mm prowess.
Attached please find a great Christmas video of what could only be a REMF. This old boy must have thought he walked into the perfect storm of hunting; a legend in his own mind with a story that would transcend the ages around the campfire.
Merry Christmas to all. As soon as I reload on some new cartoons, I’ll be back. Meanwhile, keep them coming. This particular one is obviously from our slight damaged LRRP with the Silver Star down in Oregon. Ed’s not sick. Hell, I would have put it up if I’d found it first. Bent Brain Syndrome gives you a killer sense of humor. No pun intended.