BANGKOK BEAUTY
This story is both funny and tragic. All our guys had a sick sense of humor. And we all talked about this one until I left.
There was one guy I'll call Jerry (not his real name). Jerry went on R & R in Bangkok. Shortly after returning he was telling us about how he really liked the hooker he spent his time with and couldn't wait to go back and see her. (More about her later)
Anyway, we all go to bed and are pretty well gone into the arms of Morpheus when we are awakened by the sound of a roar "RRRAAAWWRR!" Naturally supposing a water buffalo had somehow entered camp, we scrambled for guns and ammo, licking our chops in anticipation of fresh MEAT.
"RRRAAAWWRR!" Steak on the hoof. "RRRAAAWWRR!" Mad scramble to see who would get the first shot. "RRRAAAWWRR!" "Behind the hooch by the piss barrel!" shouted my roommate. "RRRAAAWWRR!" (Understand that our piss barrel had that cheap imitation of PSP on three sides and a lean-to roof. Back to the story.)
"RRRAAAWWRR!" We rounded the hooch, eight bloodthirsty, visions-of-steak-dancing-in-our-head kids, with enough firepower to take one Uncle Ho and the whole NVA. "RRRAAAWWRR!" There at the piss barrel was Jerry with the tin on two sides folded over in his fists trying to take a leak. "RRRAAAWWRR!" "RRRAAAWWRR!"
It took the flight surgeon several months to get Jerry cured and he still couldn't wait to go see that hooker in Bangkok. As he said, "After all, it wasn't her fault."