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WHO WERE THOSE MASKED MEN

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Who used to carry a half of a brick around go downtown approach komrad asking versthen zie ein hook? Upon receiving the wrong answer would crack him one sometimes with the brick. Felt he had to stretch out a half dozen krauts a night.
Who were those guys threw the smoke grenades and the artillery simulators into the Dolly Bar in Frankfurt that night the legs were there?
Who was it knocked out my future brother in laws teeth (a leg with the 3rd Div.) in the Texas bar also in Frankfurt.
Who was it who heaved into an air bag and shoved it into an airforce crew chiefs face as he shuffled to the door then jumped out? The crew chief so enraged he jumped also runs up to the guy smacks him one and was then pulverized by this happy young trooper.
Lou Schreiner Sad to say I wound up in the stockade on Governor's Island, Castle Williams, New York due to a misunderstanding while on french leave. There I met 10 fellow troopers from the 82nd and 101st Abn Divisions who haf run afoul of the law in one fashion or another.
I inadvertently smacked one of the screws (really it was an accident you know) with a push broom after he threw it at me hitting me in the back with it. Did 3 days cake and wine in solitary. Made E-2 when they sent me back to Bragg. Interesting Chicano former leg medic was there, had done 10 years in Leavenworth for chopping off a Captains hand with a machete. Was a parole violator going back to leavenworth.
Every single one of us that were in the slammer met up in the 504, various companies and had some swell reunions.
Lou Schreiner STOCKADE ON GOVERNORS ISLAND Ah yes, twas New Years Eve 1961 a group of merry young troopers and myself went downtown where the lights were bright. Tasted several beers and steinhagers in the Copacabana, Bavarian Hofbrau Haus, Helige Gheist, and Swiboni's joint. Commenced to patrol imbibing many 1 mark bottles of rhine wine to make sure they were potable. Bought a bunch of sky rockets,and firecrackers that looked like miniature dynamite sticks.
Shooting them off having a good time. Kraut store owner takes exception. He re-enters store, stick firecracker in kiddie ride horses mouth blows head off smashes window. Girl yaks at us, firecracker between her feet blows stockings to hell. Fat kraut 2nd floor window laughs. Guy combat cities style flat against building throws firecracker into his window.Big blast no more laughter. Escape and evade back to kaserne. Decide to blow up leg truck drivers. Shoot rockets at the leg barracks, keep going over the roof. Finally one trooper says knock off all of them bulls - - t mortar comands with your stupid azimuths, increments and powder charges. Give me one of them, hell we're a direct fire weapon 106s ain't we. Takes it in his hand and fires for effect. One sky rocket goes through a window,cloud of smoke,scream, leg leaps off bunk, we had accidently hit him. Legs charge out, troopers charge out by the time we get down there our guys back in barracks, legs had retreated leaving several behind. in a prone position. Unit police respond all troopers peacefully sleeping.
The direct fire trooper puts some rifle grease on his burned hand, takes a slug of yak and also retires for the night.
Lou Schreiner There was a career trooper whom I shall not name other than to say that he was originally with the 11th Airborne Division. For those of you who were in E company, the only hint you get is that his closest friends called him Mickey and there were not that many who called him that.
He got jammed up and got six and a kick. Sgt, Cunningham who was his good buddy got stuck with riding shotgun on him down to Mannheim stockade. I was the jeep driver.
Bob ordered me to stop at Mickey's house so he could say good bye to his wife and children. Believe me no order was necessary.The ride to Mannheim was completed in silence. Before we turned him over to the guards we shook hands and said our goodbyes. Gave Mickey all the smokes I had even though it was near the end of the month and I would do without. You remember 4 cartons rationed per month and how we were always broke the end of the month. When we parted my eyes and Sgt. Cunningham's were watering, Mickey remained tough to the end. We returned to Mainz in silence with lumps in our throats all the way. I rotated home shortly thereafter.
Mickey if you ever see this, I've thoght of you often down through the years, still misty eyed.
Sometimes the army punishment I think was a little too harsh. Hope you made out okay buddy and God Bless You and Yours.
Lou Schreiner Once we jumped at Finthen airfeild on a rather windy day. I made a lousy PLF, believe I had drank too much coke the night before and accidently left my PLF in my kit bag.
I landed on the runway in a disjointed lump wind commences blowing me down same. Manage to squeeze only one capewell release so you troopers know what happened then. Must have hit my head somewhere about this time and was seeing stars. Jimmy Pifer seeing my plight ran me down jumped on chute collasping it else I might have blown all the way to whereever the wind was going. I was dazed for two or three days probably a slight concussion and too stupid to go on sick call. My brand new field jacket was just about torn to pieces as was my pistol belt. Someone I don't remember who, probably due to my dazed condition had a mae west and came in with his reserve wrapped around his legs but was okay.
Only comparable p- - s poor jump I had was when I rode in with an 81mm mortar tube in an equipment bag and I couldn't release it. Did a backward PLF and I thought my back broke when the bag with my legs seemingly attached to it whipped up got overcome by gravity and whipped back down
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