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(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 45: Short-timers DEROSing home [...] shucked and jived us as if we were a bunch of honkeys in Harlem.at shuck and jive, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 45: Short-timers DEROSing home [...] shucked and jived us as if we were a bunch of honkeys in Harlem. (con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 36: Rather than a lifetime of punching the cash register at the local five & dime, they had taken the army up on its offer to let them see the world.at five and dime, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 125: Major is the most kiss-ass rank in the army.at kiss-ass, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 96: Man, those baldheaded pussys. The fucking slits really do run the other way. Fucking aye.at bald-headed, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 66: A little while later, our local ‘light bird’ (slang for lieutenant colonel) swooped down for a gander.at bird colonel (n.) under bird, n.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 74: The day our medals came through for the battle of Mole City, several of us in mortars received Army Commendation Medals for Valor. We had a rollicking good time reading the boilerplate write-ups aloud to each other.at boilerplate, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 1: The boom-boom girls back at the barter point clutched at their breasts and wailed like mourners at a mass funeral as we loaded onto choppers and lifted skyward.at boom-boom (girl) (n.) under boom-boom, n.3
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 212: Greasers, hippies, surfers, and Bubbas, we all looked like overgrown infants as we marched off to an auditorium for a battery of personality tests.at bubba, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 137: They’ll just bullshit around until things quiet down, the protests ease off, then they’ll escalate it some more.at bullshit, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 125: Based on his record, they should have bumped him straight to general.at bump, v.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 116: Just about midnight, I felt an overwhelming need to pee and hopped out of the pit and sauntered over to a more private spot, there to do my business.at do one’s business (v.) under business, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 50: He was an E-7 with twenty-six years in service who’d been busted in rank stateside more than once for chickenshit infractions.at bust, v.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 50: He was an E-7 with twenty-six years in service who’d been busted in rank stateside more than once for chickenshit infractions.at chickenshit, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 66: The battalion commander had earned the undying enmity of Charlie Company’s troopers by choppering out of Mole City minutes before the big attack.at chopper, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 122: After a few days of wandering around Tay Ninh, I began to feel like a dink who had deserted his outfit.at dink, n.2
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 29: None of us wanted to appear doofy in front of so many other young men.at doofy, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 94: The sappers could stroll through triple rows of concertina wire like a downtown dude cruising for chicks, and they were just as likely to score.at downtown, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 151: An American and an NVA soldier meet in the jungle. Neither has the drop on the other, so they put down their rifles, pull out a bag of pot, and smoke a jay.at have the drop (on) (v.) under drop, n.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 75: Vince Lombardi was eating crow for claiming that the AFL was a league of wimps.at eat boiled crow (v.) under eat, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 128: It was off to the ammo bunker for a visit with Five-fingered Mary.at five-finger(ed) Mary (n.) under five-finger(ed), adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 18: I should have realized right then that I was being played for a sucker.at play for a sucker (v.) under play for, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 143: At the French Fort, the sappers and the mortar fire combined to fuck with everybody’s mind.at fuck with, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 106: MPC was military payment currency, funny money printed by the army to slow down black-market action on greenbacks.at funny money, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 66: A little while later, our local ‘light bird’ (slang for lieutenant colonel) swooped down for a gander.at gander, n.3
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 22: I considered trying to fudge the answers to fool the army into thinking that I was some sort of geeky nerd who couldn’t be trusted to lace his boots straight so they wouldn’t put me in the infantry.at geeky, adj.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 30: With one hand holding his rifle, the other his dick, the unfortunate fellow was forced to repeat after our commander, ‘This is my rifle, this is my gun. One is for fighting, the other for fun.’.at gun, n.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 75: Sergeant Miller was smoking hootch with some blond-haired blue-eyed American mama-san.at hooch, n.1
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 27: Ain’t no use in looking down, / ain’t no discharge on the ground. / Ain’t no use in going home, / Jody’s got your gal and gone.at Jody, n.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 49: His favorite stories conveyed a common theme: how the natives had knocked off haole teams in big games despite being prohibitive underdogs.at knock off, v.
(con. 1969) Suicide Charlie 66: Same-same didn’t know shit from a salami and I didn’t care what he thought.at not know shit from apple butter (v.) under not know..., v.
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