** ...about eight drunks start out for the village. I think I was
the only one who brought a weapon and it was just a lousy .45. So it's
you,me,Jim Johnson,Sempek,Frakes,Fall and a couple of guys from second flight.
We just about get to the village and the MP's show up. They inform us that the
village is off-limits and that we had better get into the jeeps because we are
in trouble now. The one MP thought he was John Wayne. He had got some fly boys
and he was going to push it to the max. Frakes is sitting on the back edge of
the jeep and pretty drunk. He falls a sleep and the next thing we know is he
falls out of the jeep. The MP slams on the brakes and starts backing up like a
mad man. The jeep goes thump and here we are sitting in the middle of the road
realizing we just ran over Frakes. So Sempek starts talking to the MP on how
if he would forget about us being in the village we might forget about him
running over our buddy. So we make the deal and load Frakes into the back of
the jeep and head back to the tent. The next morning I'm on top of my ship and
here comes Billy. He's got a big bump on his head and he's limping along
because of this giant bruise on his thigh. He asked me what we did the night
before. I told him we got drunk and went to bed. I was afraid if I told him
the truth he would kill me. I don't think anybody ever told him what happened
that night. As big as he was he could probablly kicked all of our butts. I
wonder if he still limps. >>

Ron, I've been telling that durned story since it happened, and you are about as close as you can get to what happened. Talk about funny... I've got a couple of changes in the version, tho...

(By the way, I still have the gray AF flight suit that Frakes gave me when he left. Ladies at the tailor shop cut more out of it than they left in to make it fit me.)

We had one more strand of wire to get thru when those MPs got us. Frakes was sitting on the spare tire and when the jeep hit a bump, he went right off the back. Big as he was, he made a real good thump when he hit the gravel. MP backed over his laig, he's laying there moaning. I figure he's really hurt, get down to check him out. (Maybe while you and Ti-Ti were chatting up the MPs? He goes, "Psst. Psst. C'mere, dummy." I get close, he says, "Tell them other guys, I'm gonna moan real loud then start flipping around like I'm having a seizure. When they come to help, youse guys screw, get me??"

Okay, Bill. I do remember dashing into the grass when Frakes moaned and started flipping around. And yukking up a storm back at the RON tent when we realized we'd dodged a bullet.

What a bunch of dopes. Funny stuff, tho. And maybe ten more different versions of that story. I turned 20 yrs old, five days later by your calendar, and that sounds about right.

You, Ti-Ti, Johnson and Frakes... maybe Lammers?

Great stuff.

Bob