When I was in NOBODY was jealous of the 101st or their patch! Hell we didn't even give them a second thought, they were just some other leg unit... :DOriginally Posted by Skysoldier
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When I was in NOBODY was jealous of the 101st or their patch! Hell we didn't even give them a second thought, they were just some other leg unit... :D
U.S. Army 80-84
1/508 Abn Inf, 82nd Abn Div 81-83
1/4th Inf (Mech), 3rd ID (USAEUR) 83-84
SGT\EIB\Recondo
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SPARKY?
Roy and his buddies go to Sparky's supposedly the cheapest beer,best pool tables and the ugliest,grungiest pole-swingers in Fayetteville! Let's him keep his mind on his pool game!
This sucks... Thought I would see if I can find any pics about Rick's Lounge and this is what I found!
VBFayetteville's downtown cleanup efforts started in 1983 with the razing of the south side of the 500 block of Hay Street and construction of a medical office building. In 1995, the south side of the 400 block of Hay Street - including the infamous Rick's Lounge - was demolished for a new police station
Bring on the Sizzler
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I believe the Best Social Program is a Job - Ronald Reagan
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I couldn't believe this when my buddy told me.
"March to the sound of guns, and kill anyone who isn't dressed like you"
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Nothing like going to MRTYLE on a three day and only remembering One.
then the first day of PT smelling that beer and booze sweeting out of everyone [gag] [gag] [gag]
"People sleep safely in their beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm". George Orwell
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Fayetteville...........Fuck yeah!
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anyone remember the bar at St James Place Inn (right?) called "Popeyes"? the owner was a pencil thin guy who had a perm, and drove a corvette? Rosebud from "A" co. 2/508 DJ'ed there (between 83-85 that I remember)
Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
that here, obedient to their laws, we lie .
epitaph on a monument at site of Thermopylae
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Re: heres one...
Holy Shit! I forgot about the Menopause. Nothing like hooking up with some SMAJs wife while he's in the field.
Punks jump up to get beat down...
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Re: heres one...
In Raleigh-I used to party at Barry's II and the Fallout Shelter and my fav The Brewery (I saw great bands there like Social Distortion and the Veldt.)
In Feyettenam I used to go to Club Neo-what ever happen to that place?
Don't forget the 'Pizza, Subs and Soda!" guys-they were the bomb!
Zulu-
The 6 and I did New Year's Eve there twice. Freaky joint.In Feyettenam I used to go to Club Neo-what ever happen to that place?
If Mr. Einstein doesn't like the natural laws of the universe, let him go back to where he came from. ~ Robert Benchley
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You forgot "Eggroll! Fried Rice! " LOL!! Man that brings back memories. Those guys would walk u and down the halls every Friday and Saturday night shouting that!!!!!! LOL!!!
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[QUOTE=Jay3504;58345]Anyone has time in Division would know this...
Rick's Lounge
The Cellar
Bottoms UP!
The hot blonde that worked at Italian Tavern...her name is Terry...the tall cool drink of hot mama!!1!!!
My time with Division was short and sweet. I was assigned to the, then newly formed, 4/504, in 1968 when I returned from Nam to reenlist. At that time there were only a handful of us assigned to the unit and all of us were either returning to Nam or getting out of service. I was, as luck would have it, the ranking NCO at the time and to tell you the truth we didn't give a shit about being proper. We would fall out in the mornings still in our underwear and hung over from the night before. The brass did not really know what the hell to do with us so they decided to use us as toys for the others companies and BNs to use in training. I remember one day when we were training for riot control using the "V" formation to break up a crowd. We had a platoon who were suppose to be the trouble makers and we were suppose to disperse them. Well as we approached this crown of so called rioters I yelled, "affix bayonets!" I don't have to tell you guys how well that went over with the brass. It was not long after this little training excersize that I found myself on a plane headed back to Nam - thank God! I think I was with the 82nd all of 2 months at best and only for that long because I came down with Malaria again while there.
Rocky
(Rocky atop Hill 875 Thanksgiving Day 1967)
Commander CVMA MI, Inc. Chapter 35
US Paratrooper Motorcycle Assn.
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Charlie Co. 75th Inf. Airborne Rangers -VA Rep
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Ahem, in my day, 62-63, the action was centered on Gillespie Street, usually referred to as Combat Alley. The bus station was the place where it started and after trips around to the Silver Dollar, Arena, the two places across the street that advertised themselves as "Billiard Parlors" (yep, bumper pool) one went up on to Hay Street. A more "respectable" section of downtown. The action centered around the railroad station.
The barmaids were mostly Lumbee Indians with a few Cherokee thrown in, for diversity, the white ones were all overweight, older and well seasoned. As the night progressed all became more beautiful and younger and as every Paratrooper knows: There's no ugly women at closing time.
The Town Tavern, Seven Dwarfs, and the place that had @ 10 booths that later became Ricks. A stop at Pedros (former 82d trooper) for a snack, over to the Blue Moon for a piece of pie then back to the other couple of bars in the area. Walk back to the bus station, have another few at any of the Combat Alley bars, go to the bus station get a milk shake and a BLT then ride the VOMIT COMET back to post. Try to stay near the top of the bus because most of the guys leaned over to puke. The last bus left at midnight and there were many Cinderellas left behind.
That's when Courtesy Patrol came around. It was usually a couple of 3/4s and a deuce & 1/2 picking up Division troopers to take them back. Funny, no legs got picked up and if they did they didn't pass the tests and made very bad PLF off the vehicles.
Riding the Vomit Comet was a trip in itself. Going thru RCT area and making fun of the legs that got off, then a stop at the post bus station next to the PMO where the mean, nasty leg MPs always came aboard and then left quickly when somebody intentionally tried to puke at/on them.
Going thru Div Area with some drunk calling units and jump commands as they staggered/jumped fell/PLF'ed onto the grass or if the driver didn't pull close to the curb, hitting the curb and tripping.
Bus fare was $0.50 and if you didn't want to wait somebody always stopped and offered to take you into town for bus fare. Bus ran on Gruber to Smoke Bomb Hill then Randolph to Bragg Blvd.
Another pastime on the weekend was going to the ABC store buying a pint of whiskey then going to either of the flics (movies to you new kids) on Hay St and getting drunk before going out for a night of drinking.
Everything is gone now. Combat alley and it's environs have become the big county jail and court house. The area has been sterilized and nothing remains of the railroad crossing bars. It's all open space and the Airborne and Special Operations Museum (ASOM) has taken up a part of the space. So much for history. It's like boiling your dick after a particularly good time but having very bad thoughts of what really happened. I believe Fayetteville really had a good time, I know it made a mint off the GIs, but as time progressed it thought better of it's actions and wanted to avoid it's sordid past. Now the ASOM brings in tourists and old troopers to the area to dump dollars into the economy.
Got assigned back there 20 years later. I was no longer a Pvt, but an evening of looking for the old places made me think the new kids had nothing to look forward to. Boy, was I wrong. Flaming Mugs, strip clubs, tittie bars, "private clubs" and it was all spread out. One just had to have wheels. That's why there seemed to be a pawn shop and used car lot adjacent to it advertising pay day loans and easy financing E-1 and up. It was like fish & chips. They went together. One also had to have a vehicle to go to the places that were advertised on the Company Bulletin Board as "Off Limits Establishments" with a location and how to get there. I always wondered why they said you couldn't go there then told you exactly where it was. Oh, yes: Military Intelligence.
Fayetteville hadn't gotten respectable. It just moved the places to the outer areas and gave them more respectable appearing "fronts" and spread the wealth to newer locations. Pretty sneaky though. Once the bars made the area a bit more alluring the City annexed it for taxes and arrest powers for fines. Somebody outht to write a book about the "Fayettevillle Underground" and the billions it made off Ft Bragg.
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One memory that came back was me taking a buddy over to the Bragg Motel to get laid as I was one of the few in the platoon with wheels. At first I wasn't going to do it, but he offered to buy me some, so I said what the hell. We ended up banging two black chicks side by side on the same bed.
I had beer dick and I remember my lay saying "You better hurry up baby, your time is about up!!!"
I got mine.....lol..........the days.....
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"Beer dick"
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