Info request on probable phony

| April 24, 2012 | 207 Comments

Mary at POW Network is asking if there’s anyone out there who has served in one of the following units in 2009;

1/4 Cav Iraq
1/9 Cav
27th Cav
Bulldog Company
Black Jack Command Team
Deuce Four Legionaires
Artic Wolves Brigade of the 1st Stryker Btigade Combat Team
25th INF Div

The person she’s looking at also claims that his Stryker vehicle was hit by RPG March 7 2009 – injuring all 5 “of his squad.” He “returned to American for medical treatment.”

He also claims that he went on 66 foot patrols. If you served in one of those units, you’d remember the guy even if you don’t remember his name – he’s 82 years old. Yeah, I know.

Category: Phony soldiers

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  1. Retired Master says:

    I can’t wait for the movie!!

  2. Hack.Stone says:

    Rolling out a classic thread for the holiday weekend. It’s just a matter of time before Paul K. Wickre takes up the challenge of defending this man’s honor.

  3. LebbenB says:

    Holy Necro-Post!

    @199 – I know Mojo Nixon personally. His real name is Kirby McMillian.

  4. Hack.Stone says:

    I once met Greg Khin at the Camp Pendleton SNCO club. He was doing a show there, and me, my wife, and three other paying customers showed up. It was very Spinal Tap’ish.

  5. LebbenB says:

    “No, our audiences aren’t shrinking. We like to think they’re getting more selective.”

    Kirby is from my neck of the woods, SW Virginia. Growing up (He’s about 8 years older than me) he was one of the cool guys we wanted to emulate.

  6. Ex-PH2 says:

    I have no stunning stories of derring-do to tell, but I did meet Capt. Picard at a Star Trek convention, Scotty kissed me at another one, and LT Uhura talked about interstellar communications with me at another one.

    I could make something up in a hurry. Let’s see… oh, yeah.

    I was sitting in this bar called Tommy’s Place in Saigon. The night was hot and humid and the air reeked of trash and fish heads with rice and gasoline fumes. This big guy walked into the bar and sat down next me. He asked for Stoli. He dressed all in black and had a gun on his thigh the size of a watermelon. It hummed like a carpenter bee…..

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