Introduction

[Antrim]

Let me get this out of the way right now. I went through RIP twice back in the summer of '90. I DID NOT pass. I just wanna make it clear that I'm not a poser, although I am proud of even having been involved at all with the 75th. Those three months were the most fond and heartbreaking memories in my life. So here's my story. Forgive me for being long winded, I like to write and this is a time of my life that I'm very fond of.


I graduated mid-term my senior year. A week later I was off to basic with what is now known as an Option 40 on my contract. The card I had during DEP said RGV4 on it, I don't think I'll ever be able to forget those four digits.

I got to the reception area at Basic and as a part of the inprocessing, they screened everyone for selection in the Honor Gaurd. I was one of the few who were selected and given the option of changing my career path and going to be in the Honor Gaurd. Hell no, I wasn't going for that, I was hell bent on getting into a Ranger bat.

Once at my OSUT company on Sand Hill, I quickly learned that one of our Drill Sergeants was fresh out of 2/75. His name was SSG Cameron, he'd mentioned working in an S shop out there just prior to coming to Benning. He was honor grad of his Ranger School class, and was very very proud of that. He took us to his room in the barracks one night (me and the other four guys going to RIP) and showed us the photos, very impressive stuff for new privates to take in. Helluva nice guy, he spent a lot of extra time with us in basic. You could tell he actually gave a shit about training us. A lot of the other drills didn't seem all that enthused. There were four other guys who were slotted to hit RIP after we all finished AIT and Airborne School. Ranger Allison, Ranger Houston, a Guy named Frasier, and another guy, I don't recall his name. I called the two Rangers, because they did end up making it. We all had hopes of making second bat, until SSG Cameron informed us that getting 2nd was like winning the lottery. I'm not sure why that was, but we found out later that it was indeed true. We all did well in basic, and being the decent fellow that he was, Ranger Cameron offered to see if he could help get us to 2nd bat, given we actually passed RIP. We didn't turn down the offer. Looking back, I wish I had. Ranger Cameron was good friends with the CSM of the Regiment at that time. A guy by the last name of Leon Guerrero (not sure if I spelled that correctly). I'll come back to this later.

So we passed Basic no problem. Jump school took one of us out. The guys whose name I can't recall, made a mistake exiting the aircraft and his static line ended up under his arm instead of over it. I guess it peeled his upper are in the bicep area like a bananna, the skin, muscles and all were laid back and you could see the bone. I didn't see it happen. The next time I saw him he was in a cast the length of his arm and part of his upper torso, there was a brace coming out holding his arm at a certain angle. It was completely immobilized. Needless to say he was on his way out, with a serious medical discharge. I felt badly for him. Like Rangers Alison and Houston, and along with myself he really wanted to give RIP hell. The rest of us passed Jump school. I remember one of the runs we did for PT in the morning, we ran past the stopping point about two hundred meters. We lost ten people in that two hundred meeters. They just stopped running. They were booted immediately. It was hot as a sumbitch, this was in the may-june timeframe. It was hard to breathe in the huge formations running around those tracks. It wasn't that the pace was hard, it was that you were stuck in the middle of a couple hundred bodies in this heat, running a dull pace. I always found it harder to run in formation, I don't know why. I think it was because I'm fairly tall (6'1") and my legs didn't like to be bottled up back in the pack. Who knows.

Anyway, Rangers Allison and Houston, Frazier and myself all made it through jump school. Then Frazier decided he wanted to ditch RIP for some reason. I don't remember why, I just remember thinking he was nuts because an option 40 back then was very hard to get from what I knew.

Ranger Jiminez (SSG) picked us up from Jump school. Ranger Jiminez left a lasting impression on us. He was a sharp looking fella, very quick with words, piercing eyes, and he used the F word more fluently than any other human being I've ever heard. He used it at least three times in every sentence, and the funny thing was that it all sounded fluid and natural. He also had a hobble. He'd been hurt pretty badly in Just Cause, I think he'd broken his femur on the jump but I'm not sure of that. Landed on a vehicle on the DZ I think it was although I'm not positive. I do know that he couldn't run because of it, and they put him in charge of the holdover platoon while he recovered. Anyway, he couldn't run, but holy shit could he do any abdominal form of PT for days on end. We learned this immediately during our inagural smoking. I'd never seen anyone do flutter kicks so effortlessly, and gawd damn did he lay them on us that day! We loved it there already! :)

We spent a week or so, maybe more in holdover. I'm not sure why we got stacked up like that, but we didn't care. We spent those weeks doing odd jobs here and there. We were in the field with the class before us, we were the OPFOR for them. I remember going to jumpmaster school and wearing a chute for the Jump master students to check. There were a few of us that did that, some of the chutes had gigs in them, some were straight. We did a bunch of other busy work during that time. We had nights and weekends off to do what we pleased. It was a good time but we were ready to move on to RIP.

We were in the old WW2 Airborne barracks at the top of cardiac hill right next to the airfield. They were all condemned buildings, slated to be destroyed but I guess the 75th had permission to use them, I didn't know the details and I guess it's not important. They were pretty cool though. Our first night in RIP, the building we stayed in became a C-130, and we spent 3 or 4 hours doing exits from the aircraft into a shower of water with a puddle of mud under it. The cadre were hosing us down as we jumped off the steps into the mud. Welcome to RIP DICK's they'd yell at us. (DICK = Dedicated Infantryman Conditioned to Kill, or Dedicated Infantry Commie Killer). After the exit, we had to haul ass to the far end of the compound and get into the PT pit for some good ole fashion Ranger PT. Of course we had our Rucks on with the mandatory 60 pound sandbags in them plus your gear and water. I remember every muscle in my body hurting and aching, but I'd never felt more alive in all my life. I loved it. For some reason, no matter what we had to do, those of us that wanted to be there knew that we were all sharing the pain together, and somehow that made it a lot easier. We'd help each other out when the other guy needed help. Sure there were some outcasts, who really didn't want to be there and they were weeded out quickly. But the core of us who made it through the first week were pretty tight from the get go. You knew who wanted to be there and who didn't and you didn't hang out with the other guys.

*the next few parts are taken from my post in the RIP area of the forums*

I still remember most of the cadre, they're a permanent fixture in my head.

SFC Kelly - RIP commander - The guy was half batshit insane, but he was so damn funny you couldn't help but like him. Horn Rimmed glasses, happy as shit one second, throwing coffee mugs the next.

SSG Bright - a menacing huge man, who instilled the fear of god in Rippies everywhere. We always thought he was on roids, the guy was massive and had a very short fuse. He threw some Rippies into the ditch and roughed them up. Last I heard he was coming under some heat for it (someone squealed to JAG I guess). I flushed the can while he was in the shower one day, I thought it was going to be my last few moments on earth.

SGT Bohannon - The guy could to Russian Body Builders all day long (do they still do these?). A pure PT god, I don't think he ever got tired from doing any form of PT. Wirey, but ripped. Piercing blue eyes, chisled face, outstanding wit and humor and as twisted as a serial killer.

SGT Johnson - A southern boy, born and raised in GA. Could run like a fucking gazelle. Laid back, fair, but stern in the same breath. He liked to teach us. He especially liked making us drink 4 quarts of water and then make us sit through 3 hours of classes without a piss break. Ahh, those were the days!

SGT Boyd - I think that was his name, it sort of eludes me now. From one of the Carolinas, I wanna say North. Deep southern drawl, real laid back, taught us all we ever wanted to know about ropes and knots.

SSG Jiminez (Holdover Platoon Sergeant) - Was from the bronx in NYC if I remember correctly. He caught one of the rippies asleep on gaurd duty one day, and choked the shit out of him to wake him up. By far the one person who I recall using the F-bomb more fluently than any other person I've ever met. lol

SSG Greer - I don't remember his function, but he was a good fella. I think he ran the operations office or something. He was the guy you talked to about finance, supply related items, and that sort of thing.

Biggest surprise in RIP: The guys left after the 12 mile road march. They were the least likely lot you would have thought to make it. All the scrawny wirey guys like myself were the ones that made it. The big body builder guy was out in the first 3 miles. Most of the others were out in the first 6 miles. There were only about 15 or 20 of us left after it was over in my first time through.

The thing that sucked the most about RIP: Splitting into two teams and leap frogging up Cardiac Hill after the morning PT runs. I swear that was worse than the road marches or any amount of getting smoked by the cadre by far, especially if your team lost. Nothing says good morning like 1000 4 count flutter kicks.


I have a few memories from RIP, more along the batshit insane stuff that just totally threw everyone for a loop.

1: I learned how to Koalafy myself! (do they still do this?)

2: I learned what pot liquor was, and that lima bean pot liquor fucking sucks! (I hope they still do this!)

3: When we were out for land nav, one of the guys threw out a little bit of water instead of drinking it. He had to get down and do 100 pushups over this small little pool of water and each time he went down, he'd have to kiss the water and say "I'm sorry water". We laughed for hours!

4: We had a guy named Fraunfelder in our class. Frauny was from Switzerland, and the fucker ran the two mile run in just under 9 minutes. He was born in Pittsburgh but moved to Switzerland when he was 3 months old with his family. He had this horrible Swiss accent that the cadre were always giving him shit about. They'd fuck with him all the time, asking him retarded questions to see what he'd say. He had no knowledge of any English slang, let alone the red neck shit they were coming up with. Anyway, we had corn with our chow one of the nights we were out for land nav. They asked him if he had ever had corn in his shit before, and he was baffled at the question. So one of us was assigned to make sure he checked his shit for corn in it the next day.

5: The RIP commander at the time I went through (back in '90) was SFC Kelly. I met him during my first week in holdover while waiting for the next class to start. He was in his office whistling the tune "whistle while you work" for about 5 minutes as he did something, I don't recall wtf he was doing. Anyway, all of a sudden his coffee mug explodes on the wall above my head in the next room and he burst into a fit of rage about something. I promptly took cover behind the CQ desk in case any more projectiles were inbound.

6: I was in the last class to go through RIP in the old Airborne barracks at the top of cardiac hill (the one leading to the air field). We pulled gaurd duty on them after we moved out and into the new barracks which were right next to Regiment HQ at that time. Someone busted into a wall in one of the old barracks and found a huge stash of airborne pictures and those old airborne class books that you can buy when you go through jump school, all of them were dated during WW2. We scarfed it all up, I still have some of them. They're pretty cool.



Back to my story. Where was I? Oh yeah, day one of RIP. Day one back then consisted of the APFT first thing in the morning. After that, you changed, did your 6 chinups before hitting the chow hall, and then ate breakfast. Right after breakfast, was the CWST. The cadre got us all in there by the pool, we did it at the indoor pool. They asked for people who were weak swimmers and made them go first. Heh, talk about messing with people's heads. We watched about ten guys flail and half drown trying to go 15 meters. I remember thinking "Oh Shit" to myself. When I finally got in, it was difficult but not terribly hard. I think the shove off of the high dive board was the harder part. Trying to get my bearings while blindfolded in 10 feet of water was a bit unnerving to say the least. We watched one guy who was a weak swimmer but had passed the 15 meter part, flail about inches from the edge of the pool. All he had to do was reach out and grab it, but he didn't. They had to go in after him. He didn't make it. Sooo close. Your heart goes out to guys like that, but such are the breaks in life sometimes.

Wednesday brought the 5 mile run. It really wasn't too hard. We took turns calling cadence, I got to do it for about a mile or so. I don't think we lost anyone on the run, none that I can recall anyway.


It was sometime between the 5 mile run on Wednesday and the end of Friday that Ranger Cameron came to the RIP compound with orders for Rangers Allison and Houston, along with myself, for 2/75 if we passed RIP. Ranger Kelly was furious, and now that I look back on it, rightfully so. I wish I'd have never put my name in with Ranger Cameron to go to 2/75. I didn't care which bat I went to at that point, I just wished I hadn't drawn the extra attention to myself. The three of us got smoked pretty long and hard for that. We got it worse than most for the rest of the class. The cadre made us pay for it, that's for damn sure. I accepted it, and did the extra stuff willingly.

The last big test of the first week was the 12 mile road march. It was 12 miles back then, but I guess it's 10 now according to what I'm reading. We (Rangers Allison, Houson, and myself and a few other guys from RIP) went out to dinner the night before at the pizza joint on post, and loaded up with as much spaghetti as we could possibly eat. Wanted to carb up good for the trek the next morning. We were up early that morning. I don't remember the time but it was dark for most of the march. It was cooler out then obviously and that helped a lot for those of us that made it all 12 miles. I don't know if they still do the force march approach to this. We had to stay in line (one on each side of the road). You couldn't fall farther than arms length behind the guy in front of you or you were on the truck. You couldn't run to keep up. You weren't allowed to help anyone who fell behind or started falling back, you just busted your ass to close the gap as quickly as you could without running, they'd give you enough time to do at least that. We had to get it done in three hours. This was perhaps the most challenging thing I did physically during my entire tenure in the service. The pace was furious, and the weight we were carrying was more than I'd ever carried on a road march. Your Ruck had to weigh 60 pounds at the end of the march. Mine weighed 70, because I was not going to let something as stupid as the weight of my ruck hold me back. Some of the guys risked not getting weighed and went lighter. If I remember right, one of them got caught and got booted. About the only thing that kept me going on the march was some advice Ranger Johnson had given us. When out on the march, he told us to put our mind somewhere else and let our bodies do the job. Focus on your goal and make it happen. It worked too. I passed the 12 miler with the others. We were an unlikely bunch. The scrawny guys, who you'd never think would make it. I'm kind of a goofy looking guy and I remember Ranger Johnson laughing and saying "I'll be damned, you made it. Good job DICK". I grinned back and he gave me a wink. I got to come out and lead the last stanza of the Creed after the road march as we all stood there in formation. It was a surreal setting, especially being half dehydrated even though I drank all four quarts of water out on the march. I'll never forget that day as long as I live.

The next week, we were out for land nav and some other training. I found one of my points during the day. I had trouble at night though. It was pitch black out once you entered the woodline. I mean blacker than if you were in a closet in the middle of a house at midnight with no lights at all. No moon, no nothing. We were given a red chem light, and told to break it only if we were in trouble. I couldn't see a fucking thing. I mean nothing. I walked into countless trees. Ranger Allison and myself teamed up, we figured we could find at least one point between the two of us and maybe shoot an azimuth to the next from there and help the the other guy find one of his points. We didn't find shit. I was using the dial on my compass, holding it in front of me so that I could see the next tree before I walked into it. Literally, we couldn't see our hands in front of our faces. Then, something right in front of us moved around. It didn't make a sound other than russling around. And it sounded large. Quite large. At this point we both said fuck it and we snapped a chem light. Whatever it was, it was gone. We didn't hear it run off, to this day I have no clue what the hell it was. All I know is that we were both pretty rattled at this point. We had no idea if we were on the right path or even where we were at that point. Come to find out, no one else did any better than we did and everyone had snapped their chem lights just to see enough to find their way back. The class before us had flashlights out there, and went in buddy teams. We had a smaller class, and were not allowed to take any lumination or go in buddy teams. (I know this because we were out there with the previous class, we were the OPFOR for them). As we came back in, we were asked what we found. None of us found a point. When it came to be my turn, they fucked with me for a bit. I remember Ranger Bohannon asking me the question that cost me. "Are you afraid of the dark?". Why in the blue fuck I said "Yes", I will never know. It just came out of my mouth and the instant it did I was already kicking myself. I knew it wasn't good. They were on me like stink oh shit asking a plethora of questions about why, and how long and yadda yadda. I just stared at them blankly, I was speechless. I felt like my life was passing before my eyes. Finally, they took me out into the woods and placed me next to a tree, and told me not to move until they came and got me. I did as I was told. The whole time I sat there and silently started beating myself up. They finally sent another rippie out after me, they'd cut open a bunch of chem lights and splattered them all over him, so he was glowing like a Christmas Tree. It was pretty funny. They grilled me some more, I told them I was fine out there, and I was honestly. I'd just made a very stupid verbal mistake. WHY?!?!?! Jesus Christ why did I say yes??? It didn't matter, the damage was done. I got shit about it for the rest of the night and after that they dropped it. I finished out the remaider of the week, as well as the next week. Got my three jumps in with the rest of the group. The day before graduation, my fear became reality. Ranger Kelly called me in and I was told that I wasn't going to graduate because of my answer to the dark question. However, I was going to be allowed to recycle, and if I could make it through RIP again, I would be allowed to go to a bat. I accepted this, I really had no choice. I knew that if I tried to argue out of it or say anything at all, it would do no good. In fact, I felt lucky I was allowed a chance to recycle at all.

So I went back to holdover and spent the next month or so there. It was during this time that RIP was moved from the old Airborne Barracks to the building right next to Regimental HQ. I was involved in helping with the move, along with the other holdovers. We didn't like the new barracks as well. There were rooms with 3 - 4 guys in each. We liked the open bay barracks we'd had over on the old compound. And this place was on the third floor of the building if I remember right. The old barracks had two floors and only one straight flight of steps between each.

Anyway, after the move, the next class started up. I went through the first week again, passing the APFT, CWST, and 5 mile run. The 12 mile road march got me. I'd hurt my leg during PT during that week. I gutted out the 5 mile run, but the weight of the ruck and gear on the road march made it hurt badly. I was put on the truck, even though I was keeping up. I learned later that it was a stress fracture. I was devistated. My dream, my one goal in life, was gone. I was being sent world wide. I felt like the biggest peice of shit on the planet until I got home on leave between RIP and my next duty station (Baumholder Germany). It was then that my parents made me realize that regardless of having not made it, I gave 110%. I told them everything about my journies and whatnot during basic, AIT, jump school, and RIP. They were the proudest parents, but I still felt the shame of not having passed RIP. I did feel better though. I was, and still am, very proud to have even been there. The three months I spent on the RIP compound were by far the most memorable of my 4.5 years of service, and the most memorable of my life for that matter. I'll never forget the cadre there, or the people I met and worked with. I don't remember all of the names and faces of the guys I went through with, but I remember a lot of them.

I ended up in Baumholder Germany, 4/12 Infantry which was part of the 8th ID at the time. Now I know what 8 the fuck up means! lmao! I did two or three rotations to Graf and Hoenfels during that time, and we gaurded housing areas while the rest of the Army went to Desert Storm. Talk about a kick in the nuts. After my two years there, I was shipped to Ft. Hood where I spent the remainder of my time in the First CAV with 1/9 CAV. I did two rotations to Kuwait in that time. One was for Intrinsic Action, the other was just a regular rotation to help get Kuwait set up in a defensive posture in case dingle nuts decided to try and invade again. After my time was up, I got out and went to work in the civilian world. It's been like being on vacation the whole time, not nearly as challenging.

Anyway, that's my story. I don't know if there's anyone else here who went through RIP and didn't make it, I haven't read a whole lot of the posts yet. But for any of you DEP'rs out there, heed what the men here tell you about RIP and bat life. It ain't for everyone, and not everyone makes it. If you don't make it, you'll end up wherever the Army needs you. If you're willing to risk that, then go for it. Even if you don't make it, as long as you give 110%, you'll have some very fond memories to look back on for the rest of your life, and at least you can say that you gave it a shot. Hell most people wouldn't consider doing even that.


Not passing RIP was the biggest heartbreak of my entire life. Women won't ever be able to break my heart like that. But in the end, I'm proud to say that I gave it a hell of a run. I left it all on the field.




*EDIT* Fixed a few spelling FUBAR's

[Steadfast]

Welcome to this site. Thank you for your service to our country. Enjoy all there is to here and there is plenty.

[Spartan]

I think you just doubled the content on the site in a single post.

Welcome.

[Slowpoke]

You weren't bullshiting about being long winded....Welcome.

[Steadfast]

God, don't ya just luv them LRRP's, always down range 1st. BTW Slowpoke, that is raw honesty on a sitrep! This guys is neva gonna reach 1000 posts unless he shortens them somewhat.

Keep posting Antrim, don't mind us.

[Looon]

Welcome and thank you for your service!!!

[BadMuther]

Welcome...you are long winded!


this part just doesn't sound right though.....

I finished out the remaider of the week, as well as the next week. Got my three jumps in with the rest of the group. The day before graduation, my fear became reality. Ranger Kelly called me in and I was told that I wasn't going to graduate because of my answer to the dark question. However, I was going to be allowed to recycle,

You don't fail RIP because of one question.....You either pass night land nav, or you fail...if you fail, you get a retest...........

Why would the Regt. waste time, money and effort to not allow you to pass RIP because of your answer to whether you were afraid of the dark, but let you try again with the next class (wasting a slot basically)? Doesn't make sense.

I went through RIP not long after you and I know Batt was hurting for people because of Desert Storm. I think I might even know the Allison and Houston of who you speak of......what were there first names?

[Antrim]

Welcome...you are long winded!


this part just doesn't sound right though.....

I finished out the remaider of the week, as well as the next week. Got my three jumps in with the rest of the group. The day before graduation, my fear became reality. Ranger Kelly called me in and I was told that I wasn't going to graduate because of my answer to the dark question. However, I was going to be allowed to recycle,

You don't fail RIP because of one question.....You either pass night land nav, or you fail...if you fail, you get a retest...........

Why would the Regt. waste time, money and effort to not allow you to pass RIP because of your answer to whether you were afraid of the dark, but let you try again with the next class (wasting a slot basically)? Doesn't make sense.

I went through RIP not long after you and I know Batt was hurting for people because of Desert Storm. I think I might even know the Allison and Houston of who you speak of......what were there first names?

Ranger BadMuther, I believe there were a few reasons for my being allowed to recycle. Not everyone found a point on night land nav. In fact, most didn't that night. There was a Ranger from the previous RIP class, Ranger Gentry who was a medic, stayed in RIP after he graduated to be the RIP medic. He replaced Ranger Fink who was the previous RIP medic. Ranger Fink had recently been promoted to SGT, and moved back to a bat. Anyway, Ranger Gentry got so damned lost, they didn't find him until way late that night/early the next morning, wandering on a road/tank trail. He passed RIP, perhaps because they were in dire need of medics, I'm not sure. It wasn't mandatory that you find a point at night, but during the day you had to find at least one. I did manage to get one during the day. Not everything was the same for each RIP class it seemed, from what I gathered when I went through. The class before us was larger, and were allowed to buddy team for land nav because there were a limited number of maps. We weren't allowed to do that, but some of us did it anyway just to help each other out.

Another factor in the deal was the fact that Ranger Kelly and myself hit it off well. For some reason, I always got along well with 99% of the people I met while in the Service. When he learned of the strings we'd pulled to get to second bat, he was very pissed off. He told me this when he brought me in to tell me I wasn't going to graduate. However, he also said he liked me, and if I could make it through again, he'd let me go. I don't know his reasons for doing what he did. Rangers Allison and Houston fared no better or worse than myself in all areas other than the PT test where I always did have a little trouble with pushups but I passed the APFT, meeting the criteria required. It really made no sense to me either, I was pretty shook up about it, but what do you do at that point really. I was an E2, and in no position to do anything other than what I was told, and I did just that. Maybe I could have fought it and won, and then made my life in bat a living hell because of it. Regardless, I just accepted what he told me, and drove on as best I could. It hurt like hell deep down though.

I believe I still have my orders to RIP in my footlocker in the basement, I will go dig through it and see if I can find their first names for you. Might take me a bit, it's buried under a bunch of other stuff I've accumulated over the years. If I find them, I'll scan them in and send to you to see if you recognize any names on there.

[Antrim]

Ranger BadMuther

Oh. My. God....


I'd forgotten I even had these still. Here are their names, I am reading them off of the orders to second bat. My name is on these very orders. There were five of us. I will scan and send them upon request. I sent the names to you in PM, I didn't think it appropriate to post them publicly here.


Here's a blurb from the orders:

__________________________________________________________

You will proceed on permanent change of station as shown.

Released from : HHC 75th Ranger Regiment Ft Benning, GA 31905-5843 (RIP CL 12-90)
Assigned to: 2d Battalion 75th Ranger Ft Lewis, WA 98433
Reporting Date: 28 June 1990
__________________________________________________________



The orders are dated June 14th, 1990


Having your name on the orders, and having the orders in your hand, and then being told you're not going was hell. I'd forgotten I even had the orders. Now I'm kinda wishing I hadn't gone digging for them...


I guess I better fix my shit. I was in 12/90 and 13/90, not 6 and 7. It's been a few years.

[BadMuther]

I didn't get a Pm from ya......

I'll be honest, I didn't get any of my points in RIP on Night land nav......

But I cheated like a mofo and sat in the bushes by the road, and got the points from people as they came in.......doing it that way I got all the points except one right......

You ain't cheating, you ain't trying......right?

[Horned Toad]

Finally some names of Rangers I know, Jimenez,Fink and Gentry, how many times did Jimenez tell you "and that Jimenez with a J any of you fuckers call me Himenez and fucken smoke ya till ya quite"

[Antrim]

I didn't get a Pm from ya......

I'll be honest, I didn't get any of my points in RIP on Night land nav......

But I cheated like a mofo and sat in the bushes by the road, and got the points from people as they came in.......doing it that way I got all the points except one right......

You ain't cheating, you ain't trying......right?

lmao! hoah Ranger BadMother, I really didn't know if anyone else did that, but you know what, after an hour of wandering around and walking into trees, that's exactly what we did. Some of the guys remembered points from the daytime part, and we just threw numbers on there (I think they were numbers, don't recall for sure). Good to know we weren't the only ones who did that. FUCK is was a bitch out there, so damn dark! I'd forgotten the term "If you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin' but I do remember it now. And I'm laughing my fool ass off! :)

[Antrim]

Finally some names of Rangers I know, Jimenez,Fink and Gentry, how many times did Jimenez tell you "and that Jimenez with a J any of you fuckers call me Himenez and fucken smoke ya till ya quite"

Hoah Ranger Horned Toad! Jiminez was the shit. He'd smoke you like a rock, but you loved him for it. Ranger Gentry was a good guy. A red head with fair skin, big ass grin from ear to ear. Fink we didn't know too well, he didn't associate with us rippies too much. I was there when they pounded his stripes in though, he was pretty proud that day. :)

[Antrim]

I didn't get a Pm from ya......

Info removed per Ranger Spartan's request. My bad, did not intend to reveal any pertinent info in regards to personnel.

[Horned Toad]

well shit my Ranger buddy was another FO and we did both day and night land navs at a run and got all the points, we were first ones back on the night portion