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ptcb
02-01-2007, 01:51
Hey, where is the all the 82nd guys and gals hiding, sound off .
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winddummy
02-03-2007, 16:51
I was with the 82nd ABN Military Police from 74-77. I should have stayed, but the wife had medical problems and I needed to spend time with her. Great unit, GReat times.

TxSoldier
02-03-2007, 20:59
I wasnt in the 82nd but my Grandpa was with the 325th Glider Infantry Regiment ( i belive now it's the 325th Airborne Infantry Regiment) for almost 3yrs during WWII. He passed away in Aug of 2005 while I was in Iraq. Luckily I got to make it home in time b4 he passed.

Travis

FDC
02-03-2007, 21:00
B 1/319 AFAR Oct 92 to May 96
B 3/319 AFAR Dec 98 to Jan 01

Other places after and in between. JRTC right now.

winddummy
02-04-2007, 16:33
Txsoldier, glad that you made home be fore your grandfather's passing. My father started with the 82nd and earned his wings in 1942, later he was transferred to the 503rd PIR and made a total of 17 jumps, 3 of them combat. He passed his wings onto me and we both have or initals on the back, my youngest son is currently in Al Ramadi,Irag.

Sapperstang
02-04-2007, 17:00
82nd from Aug 01-Mar 03.

TxSoldier
02-04-2007, 21:26
Winddummy, thats a great family tradition! I love hearing things like that. Make sure it keeps going! He'd be very proud to know that as well I'm sure.

Travis

Bumpadrum
02-05-2007, 06:58
Charlie Battery, 2/319 Arty. 1967. They transfered 2 brigades of us to the 101st, and shipped the lot to RVN.
We'll always have Fayette-Nam.

82ndAbn
02-08-2007, 14:34
B co. 4th / 325th. Operation Just Cause vet.

AATW!

ranger88
02-09-2007, 05:57
Delta Company, 2/505th PIR from March 1988 - February 1992. Tabbed on 11 October 1988. Sinai MFO mission 1989-1990, Desert Shield/Desert Storm. 36 total jumps in spite of beng deployed for over a year of my time there. Some of the best times of my life.

All the Way!

Glacked79
02-09-2007, 17:56
HHC 1/504 - 11C - Apr02 to Jul04 (ETS)

SW.FLA.glocker
02-09-2007, 18:01
3/325th A.B.C.T. Vicenza, Italy Dec. 88 - Dec. 92

2/504th PIR Ft. Gagg, NC Dec. 92 - Dec. 95

AKJD
02-12-2007, 08:11
1/505 81-85
Div LRSD, 1/325 90-95

RRPD1
02-14-2007, 01:46
B Co 1/325th 81-85

jerrytrini
02-15-2007, 21:27
I am sounding off for army son Edward 82nd Airborne who is on his 4th tour in the Sand Box. He is a third generation military, I was in the Navy for over 20 years and my father was in the Army for 27 years.

KNEESINTHEBREEZ
02-17-2007, 22:15
82nd Signal baby!

Dunedain313
02-20-2007, 16:02
B 2/505 Oct 97-Oct 01. Airborne!

NYS Ret.5763
02-21-2007, 13:50
Served from 1983-86 with Division: 2/508 and 82d MP Co. Went to Infantry School 5/82-8/82(while with NY ARNG)and Jump School(42d Co.,4th STB)Sept-Oct 1983. Currently in GaARNG, got back into Reserve Components in 2001(after 9/11)following a 10 yr. break. Life Member in 82d Association. ALL THE WAY!!!!!

tuffie226
02-21-2007, 18:33
E. Co 782nd (Riggers) 00-02. I am one of the bastard children you all loved to curse when you were on shakeout or at the Rigging facility :tongueout:

proheromk1
02-24-2007, 18:47
I grew up in fayetteville. My father is a retired cwo4. 3/505 PIR, and his last tour as the deputy I.G. there on Bragg.



:wavey:

FDC
02-24-2007, 21:26
Originally posted by tuffie226
E. Co 782nd (Riggers) 00-02. I am one of the bastard children you all loved to curse when you were on shakeout or at the Rigging facility :tongueout:

"RIGGER" Get over here and fix this stow. Gimmee some spare retainer bands while you're at it. :supergrin:

Ratdog
02-25-2007, 15:27
and then sum, I'm still around

Avenger069
03-15-2007, 20:07
I was in the 82nd from Jan 1994 - May 1996.

KNEESINTHEBREEZ
03-17-2007, 22:02
Originally posted by tuffie226
E. Co 782nd (Riggers) 00-02. I am one of the bastard children you all loved to curse when you were on shakeout or at the Rigging facility :tongueout:

Hey, I know you! Aren't you the same guy here (http://www.armyparatrooper.org)?

LordofDeadSwine
03-24-2007, 09:00
I know it doesn't really count but 44th med brigade 1989-1992 desert shield-desert storm victim

60Pilot
04-01-2007, 16:01
Bravo 1/319 AFAR from 2002-2006. Currently at Fort Rucker, AL going through flight school.:banana:

Wyocop
04-13-2007, 04:45
11B2P, 3/325 AIR, 1984-1988, both at Ft. Bragg, NC and Vicenza, Italy.

Bren
04-13-2007, 05:25
A 1/319 FA, 1985-86.

vinnier6
04-13-2007, 16:49
Originally posted by 60Pilot
Bravo 1/319 AFAR from 2002-2006. Currently at Fort Rucker, AL going throught flight school.:banana:

i was an army air traffic controller at cairns, and andalusia...have fun at mother rucker...

glock kyle
04-21-2007, 06:50
11B2P B Co 1/504 PIR. 02-06.

fireftrjef
04-21-2007, 07:46
82d Signal Bn. 1-91 to 6-94

Lucafu1
05-12-2007, 21:40
82nd from 2000-2005. 2-82 AVN, Doorgunner/crewchief. Afghan 2002, Iraq 2003, 2004.

xxiv
05-13-2007, 00:41
Originally posted by Lucafu1
82nd from 2000-2005. 2-82 AVN, Doorgunner/crewchief. Afghan 2002, Iraq 2003, 2004.

You were in Iraq the same timeframe I was the first time. 03/04. Any chance it was around Fallujah at (FOB) Mercury or St Mere?

B co 1/504.

Lucafu1
05-13-2007, 01:31
lol yeah man i was everywhere. i was based out of ridgeway but flew all over the country. if you got on a 82nd blackhawk theres a good chance i was one of the crew chiefs. especially on one of the ring routes. also flew in a few missions out of st mere.

glad you made it back.

btw i almost always wore a blue patch on the front of my flt helmet. it had some jump wings on it and around it said "u.s. paratrooper, lifes to short to be a leg"

later bro.

xxiv
05-13-2007, 17:15
Ha I'm sure I ran into you at some point then, small world eh?

If I recall correctly, it was mostly the 05 out of Mere, while us bastard children 04 guys were stuck down the road at Mercury.

Stay safe Airborne :thumbsup:

CCMO
05-17-2007, 08:50
3/325, 2d Bde, 82d '79 - '80 11B1P.

The division was overstrength on 11B, so I came down on levy for Korea after less than two years.

Spent '83 - '87 across post at XVIII Abn Corps.

MDLibertarian
05-17-2007, 23:54
Not an Army or Airborne guy, but my oldest brother was in the 504th Brigade from 1982-1986 and had some fun in Honduras, Spain, and almost got sent to Grenada. I still remember our mom crying when my bro called to say he was on the way to Grenada and looking to kick some commie ass. She wasn't crying about the kicking commie ass part of course, just the possibility of what might happen to him. As it turned out, he was already on the C-130 ready to roll when a Lt. came on-board to say their mission was scrubbed. Needless to say he wasn't too happy about that, but still enjoyed his time with the 82nd.

OttoGudd
05-18-2007, 10:24
was in the mighty 101st from 1989-1993.

desert shield/desert storm vet

VFW life member
:thumbsup:

glockmutt
05-30-2007, 01:25
82nd from Dec 72 - Jul 81
JSOC from Jul 81 - Aug 85
82nd from Aug 85 - Jul 87
410th SF (West Berlin) Jul 87 - May 90
SOTF from May 90 - Sep 92

Almost 20 continous years on Jump Status

Carnes
06-23-2007, 23:47
A TRP(ground), 1-17 CAV, 82nd AVN BDE. 2000-04

DIV RECON! (Air-Ground Integration)

2002 82nd ABN DIV Championship Marksmanship Team, CCO.

Squadron Master Combatives Trainer.

Excellence In Armor. (EIB Equiv)

Follower, Leader, NCO, MK-19 Gunner Extraordinaire!

Used to be Hard-Core... Now pretty-squishy, although doing some cool-guy stuff in Africa. (ACOTA)

Scouts lead the way, all the way, every way, every day... and we hump our dead.

Justice23
06-27-2007, 14:47
Not 82nd. But I was Bco 1/509th @ JRTC from 90-93 (11B2P)

Dusty45
08-06-2007, 00:19
My kid's in the 82nd - stationed now in So. Afghanistan. Just re-enlisted. Proud, I am.

cadrum
08-07-2007, 16:31
nm

Meat-Hook
08-12-2007, 23:56
82nd Signal Battalion.

Airborne!

83-87

Raven82
08-25-2007, 13:46
A Troop 1/17Th Cav 82nd ABN DIV The eyes and ears of "The" Division
1974 to 1977 11 H2P then later 11B2P Infantry Squad in Cav Ground Troop. :thumbsup:

cdrissel
08-26-2007, 10:50
11B1PB4

HHC, 2/504th PIR, Scout Platoon

'88 - '92 (Fort Bragg)

Operation Just Cause

Desert Shield-Desert Storm

I wrote a short piece about my combat jump into Panama on 20 Dec 1989.

I'll post it if there is interest.

Raven82
08-26-2007, 17:23
My Army Buddy, the Man that I went through Infantry AIT at Fort Polk and Jump School at Benning was in the 1/504th back when they where down by Longstreet and they were one of the only barracks that was not remodeled back then. My Air Force 2nd Lt Son's middle name was named after my Buddy in the 504.

xxiv
08-26-2007, 17:32
Originally posted by Raven82
My Army Buddy, the Man that I went through Infantry AIT at Fort Polk and Jump School at Benning was in the 1/504th back when they where down by Longstreet and they were one of the only barracks that was remodeled back then. My Air Force 2nd Lt Son's middle name was named after my Buddy in the 504.

504 are still at almost the corner of Longstreet and Gruber. I just ETS'd from 1/504 not very long ago.

cdrissel, post it if you'd like, I'm certainly always interested in other Paratroopers stories.

Strike Hold.

cdrissel
08-26-2007, 19:24
One, the Rest Were Practice

December 20th, 1989, 0200 hours, I find myself inside a C-141 Starlifter transport plane. Tactical lighting bathes the cold mechanical interior in an eerie red glow. The engines produce a low, dull groan as they push the large transport south through the warm tropical air. We sit packed shoulder to shoulder, overloaded paratroopers filling the cargo seats. Our faces are hidden behind green and brown camouflage paint. The smell of sweat and Copenhagen permeates the stale, cool air. My ears are plugged in an attempt to shut out the monotonous drone of the engines. No one talks - the only sound is my beating heart pumping blood through my anxious body. The weight of my rucksack has cut off the circulation to my legs. I try to sleep, but the only parts of me that can are my legs. Although we sit shoulder to shoulder, each man is a stranger, isolated and alone. No eye contact is made, each of us locked in our own thoughts. The long flight has left ample time to contemplate the reality of my possible death or maiming in the coming hours. For the first time in my life I truly accept death and begin to understand the meaning of life. The engines drone on and our objective gets closer.
Off – on. Off – on, the red tactical light blinks, signaling the jumpmaster to begin jump preparations. Anxiously, paratroopers shift, trying to get the blood flowing in their legs and their minds off the upcoming events. Did I make the right decision, enlisting in the Army instead of finishing college? The plane starts to bank and descend. Suddenly, our jumpmaster initiates the ritual.
“GET READY”
Every one becomes alert and focussed. Looking into the eyes of the paratrooper across from me, I can see the intensity he is experiencing. We share a moment of clarity, and then break eye contact. My heartbeat quickens as last minute mission details race through my head. It’s too late to worry about them now.
“OUTBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!”
The outboard paratroopers struggle to stand with their heavy equipment. The seated inboard troopers reach out, pulling the burdened soldiers to their feet. My blood painfully flows back into my legs as I help secure the cargo seat. As we fly through the jet wash of the lead bird, the plane encounters violent turbulence.
“INBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!”
The dance repeats itself for the other men. My mind begins to focus on the events unfolding around me. The engines strain to keep us in the air.
“HOOK UP!”
Static lines snap onto the overhead cables. The grueling training I endured in jump school begins to takes over. The four lines of standing paratroopers struggle against the unpredictable movement of the plane.
“CHECK STATIC LINES!”
Hands race over the yellow nylon line that will open our parachutes when we exit the plane. Each man first checks his line then that of the man in front of him. Smack! The soldier behind me swats my kevlar helmet to confirm my static line is ok. The plane dips and sways.
“CHECK EQUIPMENT!”
I run my free hand over equipment searching for any potential problems. Nothing feels wrong or out of place - everything seems Ok. For a moment the plane flies smooth and straight, then jerks from side to side.
“SOUND OFF FOR EQUIPMENT CHECK!”
The faint sound of “ok…ok…ok” works it way from the front of the plane toward the door. “Ok” and a hard slap on my ass. I pass on the “ok” and smack the man in front of me. Its not often I get to hit a field grade officer. I hear the first jumper signal “all ok, jumpmaster.” We are ready. The plane slows - any slower and we would drop out of the sky.
The jump doors open. The cool, stale air from Pope Airforce Base is sucked out and replaced with the hot humid air of Panama. The doorway is a black void, a dark blast furnace that we are about to plunge into. Hanging his body out of the plane into the night, the jumpmaster looks for the checkpoints. He returns, eyes watering from the howling wind, his first finger held up.
“ONE MINUTE!”
I pull the earplugs from my ears. The roar of the engines mixed with the smell of jet fuel overwhelms my senses, causing adrenaline to surge through my tense body. The door, like a giant black hole, waits to swallow me. The jumpmaster signals us again.
“30 SECONDS!”
All thoughts and fears vanish. Nothing exists but the door and me.
“STAND BY!”
Then, I experience another moment of true clarity. Time slows to a standstill and all sound vanishes, nothing but pure existence, this is real. There is no past, no future, only the present. The green light and the screaming jumpmaster break my moment.
“GO! GO! GO!….”
The long train of paratroopers comes alive. Soldiers sandwiched together, move forward as one, like a snake slipping into the black hole. One by one the first six soldiers vanish into the darkness. I feel no fear, no hesitation, and have no thoughts as I approach the door. I step out into the roaring void.
“ONE THOUSAND…TWO THOUSAND…THREE THO…..UGH!”
My count is cut short by the jolting shock of my parachute opening. I look up to check my canopy; it’s good - no line twist - that’s a first! In utter and complete silence, I drift down suspended in total isolation.
My peace is shattered by the low thump of a grenade or mortar explosion followed by the staccato beat of machine guns and assault rifles. To the north, Army Rangers are earning their pay. Bright flashes light up the dark jungle skyline. The deep rumbling of the explosions sounds like a distant thunderstorm. Looking down, I see the ground rising up to meet me. It’s not the well-kept airfield runway I was expecting, but a dark, waving mass. Not water, but tall elephant grass growing in a swamp. I hope the swamp water is not too deep. Then a new sound, buzzing, followed by a sharp sting on my neck. Mosquitoes, they are all over me even before I hit the ground.
The landing is surprisingly soft, not the painful slam the ground usually delivers. I sink to my knees in rich smelling mud before falling on my side. The cool, muddy water relives some of the heat and helps protect me from the relentless mosquitoes. Held up by the tall grass, my canopy covers me like a huge silk tent. Slowly I snap out of the euphoria of a successful combat jump. All my senses are operating on overdrive; I have never felt so alive. I made the correct choice by enlisting in the Army. Even as fellow paratroopers plunge from planes and descend around me, I feel isolated. The battle noises pull me back into reality. This is real, not some training exercise back at Ft. Bragg. Then I realize our mission has only just begun.

Raven82
08-27-2007, 06:40
The part where you smelled copenhagen and sweat brought back the real memories for me. My closest buddies and I chewed Red Man (in camo od green pack) and Skoal. You could always buy it at the PX by 82nd Signal and Repl Dep. while we were getting ready to go to the field. Even the greatest Division in the World did alot of "hurry up and wait"

xxiv,

When we left 82nd Repl Depl I walked across the PT field and entered a newly renovated 17th Cav barracks with air conditioning (a big deal back then after coming from Fort Polk North Fort) My poor buddy road all the way to the end of the Division to these old 1st and 2nd Batt 504 barracks that in 4 years were never remodeled. (Carter was President so I am sure our Military was getting very little funds to make life better for the individual Soldier)

Not: in my original post I meant to say the 504 barracks were the only barracks that were not remodeled.

cdrissel
08-27-2007, 07:49
When I was in ('88-'92), our barracks were on the corner of Gruber and Carentan. Don't remember any AC. I was in the Scout Platoon and we were on the top floor (3rd floor) above B co.

Our Platoon CP was in part of that building's kitchen. We actually used the old walk in freezer to store our mission/training gear.

My room faced Gruber and area J. I can still remember the sounds of arty and machinegun fire at night.

Have not seen the new barracks, but they sound nice.

Raven82
08-27-2007, 10:26
I remember my buddies 1/504 barracks still having bays with 8 to 10 men living in each section. We had 2 man rooms at The Cav barracks.
I remember the 505, 325 and 508 and Signal all having new renovated barracks but it was said that they ran out of funds when they got down to the end of the division. (where both 504 Batts were. what luck.

das911t
09-18-2007, 18:34
Anyone miss those long waits at green ramp?

xxiv
09-19-2007, 18:58
cdrissel. That actually made my heart race. Excellent write up of your experience, thank you for sharing.

xxiv
09-19-2007, 19:00
Originally posted by das911t
Anyone miss those long waits at green ramp?

I miss it, but I'm sure I'd be checking my sanity if I found myself back at green ramp wondering if I adjusted my leg straps enough to not crush my balls.

Raven82
09-20-2007, 06:25
I just remember that if you sat just right you could use your main chute to lean back on and lay your head on your reserve and sleep fairly good while waiting.

Ping
09-22-2007, 12:01
HHC XVII Airborne Corps 89-91

Bravo Co. 2nd/325 82nd Abn Div 91-93

Really miss NC, even Fayetteville.

Lots of time spent at Ricks Lounge, The Flaming Mug, Zorbas. I've thought about driving back just to get another gyro from Zorba's.

IdahoGunNut
09-22-2007, 12:14
Originally posted by winddummy
I was with the 82nd ABN Military Police from 74-77. I should have stayed, but the wife had medical problems and I needed to spend time with her. Great unit, GReat times.

Winddummy, I was assigned to that unit back in '79. I injured my back in jump school and decided that jumping out of planes wasn't for me and ended up at Aberdeen Proving Grounds instead.

Ever check out www.militarypolice.com ?

shabz1319
09-22-2007, 15:51
A 1/319 (90-99)

Raven82
09-25-2007, 07:34
Originally posted by Ping
HHC XVII Airborne Corps 89-91

Bravo Co. 2nd/325 82nd Abn Div 91-93

Really miss NC, even Fayetteville.

Lots of time spent at Ricks Lounge, The Flaming Mug, Zorbas. I've thought about driving back just to get another gyro from Zorba's.

When I was there we would go to THE TOWN PUMP and one Saturday night about 20 of us actually went in khakis and the C Caps (with Glider Patches) not our Berets just to be nostalgic. Stacked Fosters Lager cans in a pyramid about 6 feet high and then got into a fight as expected. it was great. I was told later that they tore down the Town Pump when Hayes street was renovated.

The mall was new back then and they had one great restaurant that all the Men from Bragg would go to. I forgot the name. It had a great salad bar.

Jeff82
09-28-2007, 21:19
Originally posted by MDLibertarian
Not an Army or Airborne guy, but my oldest brother was in the 504th Brigade from 1982-1986 and had some fun in Honduras, Spain, and almost got sent to Grenada. I still remember our mom crying when my bro called to say he was on the way to Grenada and looking to kick some commie ass. She wasn't crying about the kicking commie ass part of course, just the possibility of what might happen to him. As it turned out, he was already on the C-130 ready to roll when a Lt. came on-board to say their mission was scrubbed. Needless to say he wasn't too happy about that, but still enjoyed his time with the 82nd. You sure that mission wasn't going to Nicaragua? In late '84 we (1/325) had something like that happen. We had been doing alot of raiding, and seizing point objectives (bridges mainly) holding them while some engineers that were sliced to us would rig and blow them [simulated]), put on lockdown at the CLAC, all the "goodies" broken out (just like for Grenada), loaded up with combat loads, and med supplies. We landed somewhere in the dark of night in a dirt field of all places after flying around for hours where there were waiting 5 ton trucks and turned all the live stuff in, reloaded with blanks and sims, then went on a brigade EDRE to Campbell. As my CO's driver/RTO I was able to "determine" our original destination was some place in Nicaragua. The Nic dictator was screaming that the "Amerikans are coming!", had mobilized his army and reserves, was issuing weapons to peasants, and basically getting alot of face time in the news. He was right (up till the last moment). Some kind of agreement had been struck and we diverted.

Jeff82
09-28-2007, 21:25
Originally posted by Ping
HHC XVII Airborne Corps 89-91

Bravo Co. 2nd/325 82nd Abn Div 91-93

Really miss NC, even Fayetteville.

Lots of time spent at Ricks Lounge, The Flaming Mug, Zorbas. I've thought about driving back just to get another gyro from Zorba's. Not too much time at Rick's (the Koreans* on Hay Street always pissed me off after a couple beers) but man did we have fun at The Flaming Mug (and chillin' at the HipHugger)!!!

*not a racial knock, those who been there know what I'm talking about

Jeff82
09-28-2007, 21:31
82nd AG Company, late '82 - early '83, as dependent levy clerk (not enough pencil pushers making it through jump school so they took non bonus 11Bs and stuck us there. If we didn't like it after a couple months we got our pick of units to go to. I picked 1/325 as that battalion was next to go to the Sinai and that was where all the action, if any, would be).

Then Bravo Company, 1/325 until ETS in '85. (Then Reserves, then back active....then...)

82nd Airborne Division Association Life Member

Training Junkie
09-29-2007, 07:12
B 3/319 AFAR Apr 07 - Current

Joined 82nd at age of 42 with only time for 1 division jump before deployment to Iraq.

Meat-Hook
11-11-2007, 03:47
anymore troopers out there??

BTT.

RmeAv8tor
11-13-2007, 20:30
Anyone miss those long waits at green ramp?
No..., but then I'm also senior enough to recall sitting out in the rain!

Jeff82
11-14-2007, 06:19
No..., but then I'm also senior enough to recall sitting out in the rain!Last time I was out ('85) there it was still open. You're not suggesting they've put up overhead cover are you?




(If true: "What's this army coming to?!") :) From the "If it ain't rainin', you ain't trainin'!" days!

RmeAv8tor
11-14-2007, 10:10
..... You're not suggesting they've put up overhead cover are you?
Yup!

Between my first tour in Division during the early 80s and then my second in the 90s - - - There was a "Building Boom" at Green Ramp.