J's new duty station will be Ft. Lewis, Washington. I will think he will have s good time there, he may end up with a cushey job, maybe. Ft. Lewis was the place where the some drug pushers decided to take on the Rangers that where stationed at Ft. Lewis. I do not remember all the details, it happened between 1989 or 1990, somewhere in that time frame, anyways from what I remember one of the Ranger's wives, or home was threated by some not too intelligent drug dealers that where in the neighorhood, and thought they owned the block. Idiots, do not threated Rangers, where there is one, there is many, they are brother's in arms. So, about 30 Rangers (if I remeber right) came armed with a basic load, and cleaned out the drug dealers. The dealers did not know what hit them, the neighborhood was cleaned out and everybody was happy except the police, and the CG. I do not remember what happen to the Rangers.

My first duty station was Ft. Riley, KS. I was with 1st Engineers ( 12B's Combat Engineers ) I was working in the S-3 shop, or operations for the Battalion (that is what S-3 does), or command and control. This where I drove a track vehicle; M577A2, Command Carrier, 13 tonnes of fun. Other then that, I really did not like being there, but the housing that me and Lily lived in was great, we really like our quarters after the new living room was added on. For the most part I was gone from 5:00am till about 6:00pm, I usually was home by 6:30. We had a idiot major who did not want to go home, it seemed that 4:30pm (when everybody else was going home) was time to start work with him, so we always had to do crap for him.

One weekend the whole Battalion was locked in because some idiot lieutenant, and sargent tried to steal M16A1 and colt .45. That Friday about 12:00pm a rumor started circling that a weapon was missing from one of the line companies arm's room. At 4:30 the whole Battalion was marched down to the motor pool for formation and the Battalion commader was there, since he was there we knew something was up. Anyways he said that a M16, and .45 was missing and we could not go home until it was found. Everything in the motor pool was tore apart, all storage containers emptied, but no weapons. So we had to go back to our offices and lay everything out and be inspected, and no weapon. So the whole Battalion stayed in the barracks Friday and Saturday night. On Saturday we had to walk the whole route by foot from the firing range to the barracks. On Sunday morning an anonymous phone call (so we were told) told where the weapons could be found, so once the weapons were recovered and secured in the arms room, we all went home. Fun in the Army.