QUOTE(joc @ Dec 2 2005, 08:10 PM) [snapback]959351[/snapback]
Were you a SEAL RabidCat?
I was in the Hospital Corp in the late seventies. I have the utmost respect for anyone in the SO. I gave it a shot in boot camp.....lol. Long after I had given up doing pushups there were only a couple of guys still doing them. Incidently, my Company Commander in Basic Training was a Navy Seal. What a cocky, son of a ____ that guy was. As a matter of fact...every SEAL I have ever encountered was a cocky, son of a ____! I guess it just goes with the territory. Like Walter Brennan in the old western TV show, The Guns of Will Sonnett use to say, "No brag, just fact!"

to you sir! Thank you for your service!
Sir. I was not a SEAL, nor Special Forces, nor anything like that. I was an original member of a thing called Paramedic Rescue Team #1, which died as we original members left, and was not continued. We were the original HC-7 Det 111/110 and were highly trained ex-HS crewmembers having served at least one tour in Nam to train the Sea Devils; my group trained with Special Forces, Marine, Air Force, and USN and SEALs to form a small group of instructors. We were to be stationed in Atsugi, Japan for this instructorship. Unfortunately, the USS Pueblo was stolen by the North Koreans (legally or illegally), and through circumstance, we were the only trained crewmen in the area qualified to do the job so we transferred to a new detachment, Det 111. Det 110 was forming in the Tonkin Gulf, but had no aircrew other than those qualified in the H-2 Kamen and the H-46 Boeing, while the mainstay of the group was to be the H-3 Sikorsky, modified into battle format (engine and transmission armor, broom closet armor, radio/nav compartment armor, seat armor, M60 mounts, bladder and foam filled fuel tanks, etc. With the Navy still intent on having us train others, we were sent through various schools on our R&R in Subic Bay, and as 1968 went on, we became the crews of 110. Those few of us were more or less unrecorded, the only information available on Det 110 is from those who occupied it; many of those have little record information on file, simply because we did things we weren't supposed to do, as did the rest of the SOGs in Nam. Later on, after the originals left, the deal changed and there weren't the same type mission, simply combat SAR. Records can be found of those who came later. Incidentally, I don't know any Nam vets that are not bitter about that damned war. It was not fun, and changed us, almost to a man, I think, into things we were not. All wars will do that to some degree, but Nam was unique: we were told we lost, but we didn't, those a**holes in Washington did; the public blamed us (the servicemen) for the war and its atrocities, but no one seems to remember that we were drafted then, not volunteers: we had no choice, but Lyndon Johnson and his crew managed to cause us to be the bad guys. I was spat upon and called "baby killer" by an individual in San Francisco on my return in '68. He's lucky to be living. As LBJ put it "No one over there can take a p*** without my permission." And that's the way it was.
Guess I'm not very proud of Vietnam, but I get quite defensive (not referring to you, sir joc) of servicemen, whatever game they choose. And thanks for the sentiment. We got as many wounded to yours as we could, patched as well as we could, under the circumstances. And I've got the utmost respect for Corpsmen.
Interesting, though, about the cocky thing. The ones I knew weren't, may just have been the time. One friend that left SEALs in the late '70s was cocky, for a while (he met up with a bunch of Nam vets I ran with and that cured his cockiness).
Anyway, thanks.