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<blockquote data-quote="Trickymissfit" data-source="post: 849532" data-attributes="member: 25383"><p>how well I remember those full field gear runs! I think I did three of them, and passed out on the third one in 95 degree heat. Felt really good that day, and should have known something was wrong as I was the only guy not in a full sweat! I was bitching because we were slowing down to a crawl, and the next thing I remember was guys pouring water on me! They said I was out cold for about five minutes.</p><p> </p><p>Heat will do two things to you. It will make a man out of you, or it will kill you. In Vietnam this time of the year you probably averaged 115 degrees a day. But I've seen temps right on 130 degrees (I remember powder temps in the mid 140's in the shade). No room for fat boys, and really hard on the great big football player types as well. I weighed about 145lb., and carried about 110lb. of gear when we C.A.'d a hill top. If I had to walk ten or twelve klicks to get there, I would have died in my boots. And I was in shape for a 23 year old. Remember once when they dropped us off on the wrong hill top and the right one was about five hundred yards to our west. Some idiot told us to simply walk over there (mountains)!!! It ended up being a six klick hike, and I probably lost eight pounds doing it. It took the six of us about ten hours to get up there carrying a heavy combat load out. My feet were bloody, as was my shoulder from all the weight of the 60 and four belts of ammo. Think the thing that saved us was that it was getting dark the last four hundred yards to the top. First Sargent was about 38 years old, and I figured him to be in trouble, but he lead the way, and I was the number two man. Well a couple times I slid past everybody on the way back down! Once we got up near the top we suddenly realized that we didn't know squat about what was up ontop that mountain top. We lucked out as there was nothing but leeches.</p><p>gary</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trickymissfit, post: 849532, member: 25383"] how well I remember those full field gear runs! I think I did three of them, and passed out on the third one in 95 degree heat. Felt really good that day, and should have known something was wrong as I was the only guy not in a full sweat! I was bitching because we were slowing down to a crawl, and the next thing I remember was guys pouring water on me! They said I was out cold for about five minutes. Heat will do two things to you. It will make a man out of you, or it will kill you. In Vietnam this time of the year you probably averaged 115 degrees a day. But I've seen temps right on 130 degrees (I remember powder temps in the mid 140's in the shade). No room for fat boys, and really hard on the great big football player types as well. I weighed about 145lb., and carried about 110lb. of gear when we C.A.'d a hill top. If I had to walk ten or twelve klicks to get there, I would have died in my boots. And I was in shape for a 23 year old. Remember once when they dropped us off on the wrong hill top and the right one was about five hundred yards to our west. Some idiot told us to simply walk over there (mountains)!!! It ended up being a six klick hike, and I probably lost eight pounds doing it. It took the six of us about ten hours to get up there carrying a heavy combat load out. My feet were bloody, as was my shoulder from all the weight of the 60 and four belts of ammo. Think the thing that saved us was that it was getting dark the last four hundred yards to the top. First Sargent was about 38 years old, and I figured him to be in trouble, but he lead the way, and I was the number two man. Well a couple times I slid past everybody on the way back down! Once we got up near the top we suddenly realized that we didn't know squat about what was up ontop that mountain top. We lucked out as there was nothing but leeches. gary [/QUOTE]
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