Being in a Rifle platoon

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My point in this ramble ,do you remember how guys wore their gear. I am saying rucksack or Lbe how they carried M16 or 60 on a hump in your own personal misery. You could look around and know who was who just how they wore their flacks or Lbe web gear even looking at their backside , that’s whore House carrying the 60 with his A gunner or that’s cat fish nicknames were common. But you knew them how they walked or how they carried a rifle. Sweating your balls off at fort Irwin on NTC or freezing them on cold weather training.

A rifle platoon is a great equalizer I was in two the 82nd then 3rd armor division in west Germany as a young kid. And they were extreme opposite of each other but they both had a common as in misery but it was ok. We were young and could take it when we had to the fatigue the hunger the suffering we endured together. And I was lucky in both rifle platoons as I served with warriors fine NCO’s leaders CIB men who fought in Vietnam. We shared water c- rats later MRE’s as a family and race was never a issue your fucked as I am meaning we’re all in this together.

And that mentality is a great equalizer we have to depend on each other if it goes sideways. You come to find out with brothers that guys solid I can depend on him if we’re in tight spot. And reputation is everything these guys knew they could depend on me. Just observations from my youth looking at these pictures and remembering.