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Fatso
a very overweight ...
Commo Chief
1966
 

Pop Goes The Weazer
by: Charles (Lee) Helle
C Co 2nd/28th Inf 1st Inf Div
© 1997

 

In the summer of 1966 my company, C Co 2nd/28th Inf 1st Inf Div, was on a Brigade size operation. Our Bn was moving through heavy jungle in three long files. Bn Hqs was in the center file and my company was rear guard, with my Plt being the last Plt and my squad being the very last in what was a very long line. Several weeks before, Bn HQ had got in a new commo chief, whom I had seen at a distance once or twice. I thought, This Staff Sgt is the fattest man I've ever seen wearing a uniform!

      Anyway, this day was like most days---hot and muggy---and we had been on the move maybe a hour when we came upon this huge commo chief sitting on a log beside the trail, red faced, out of breath, huffing and panting like a wind blown horse. As we came up on him he said for us to go ahead and he would catch up as soon as he got his wind.

      Well we were the last, and there were not any friendlies behind us, and I was just a little perplexed as to what to do. Too fat to carry. Couldn't call in a medevac unless he kealed over. Ten seconds to find the solution---and then a sudden inspiration. I had one man step back out of sight and backtrack down the trail that we had just came up, when he was out of sight, he ran a full mag through his M-16 on full auto!

      It was kind'a funny as this fat commo chief was up and off like a race horse at the starting gate. I heard later that he went through our company at a very good pace.

      I saw him a few months later and he had really slimed down. If by any chance a former Black Lion commo chief, who was a little overweight reads this, drop a note.

 
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