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Davy Crockett battlefield nuke
I came across this recently declassified pic of the Davy Crockett missile and couldn’t resist posting it. Probably the first tactical nuclear weapon anywhere. We had a battalion of these in Korea in the 1st Cavalry Division, and probably there were a lot more in the other units along the DMZ. In those days even the name, “Davy Crockett” was classified.
The one depicted here isn’t precisely the same as those in the 1st Cavalry Division, though. Ours were mounted on 3/4 Ton trucks and unless my memory is flawed I think ours were larger diameter than this.
I’ve never seen a picture of a Davy Crockett before. They sure-as-hell weren’t allowing any shutterbugs loose in the vicinity of the Special Weapons / Division Artillery in those days. I did, however, see a lot of diagrams, both internal and external. I wish I’d been interested enough to remember some of it.
Anyway, we had enough of those just in the 1st Cavalry Division to spark WWIII. Probably with some left over for WWIV.
Probably nowadays they’re all re-deployed to Israel and pointed all their neighbors except Palestine. Conventional weapons will take care of Palestinians just fine until they get them into the camps for the final solution.
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Tagged culture, Davy Crockett, First Cavalry Division, History, Human Behavior, humor, Israel, Korea, Life, lifestyle, military, philosophy, psychology, society, sociology, special weapons, tactical nuclear weapons
NCOs dressing down fresh arrivals who didn’t clean their rifles or had Frito Lay in their gas-mask bags always began, “When Joe Chink comes across that line [fill in the blank]. Joe Chink. The imaginary Chinamen poised across the DMZ sharpening their bayonets. We were there to scare them into not coming South, and whup if they did. 50,000 of us.
They’re still over there waiting, those GIs, 25,000 of them, but nowadays I doubt they’re being threatened with Joe Chink. Joe Chink makes the parts for all their weapons, ammunition, their boots, every item of their equipment. Joe Chink loans money to their overlords to pay for it and pay their salaries.
And back in the God, Country and My Baby heaven Joe Chink’s athletic shoes carry America’s finest boys and jerseys up and down pastures carrying Joe Chink’s footballs for the edification of cheering spectators wearing Joe Chink’s clothing, head-t0-foot.
Back then most of us who had any knowledge of the Republic of Korea military didn’t have much doubt the ROK Army [South Korean] could whip the pants off the US Army if they wanted to, and have plenty left over to take care of Joe Chink if he came across the DMZ.
But nowadays it’s probably North Koreans the US Army’s scaring into not doing anything ugly to all those factories in South Korea making the rest of what US consumers need but can’t get from Joe Chink. Factories, and the ROK Army which could almost certainly still whip the pants off those 25,000 GIs still over there.
“Thank you for your service,” romantic patriots are fond of saying.
“Kiss my ass,” I’m fond of saying back.
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