QUOTE (DocTaotsu @ May 13 2008, 08:02 AM)

Let us not speak of the PI, Manila is an awful and dirty city full of naked children and deep fried food that gave me the runs. Yes I'm biased, but the manning the rails for 2 hours and staring at everything but a body bobbing around in their hazy and tepid bay didn't exactly warm me up to the situation. The other islands are nice but occassionally full of angry people who put IED's in soy sauce containers. Thankfully they appear to be more interested in killing each other than us but still.
Well shit, now I'm never going to make chief.
Well, Metro Manila has other interesting places to visit.
QUOTE (WearzManySkins @ May 13 2008, 08:18 AM)

LOL Phrack Manila, I am talking about Subic Bay and Clark AFB. You missed the real Huk activity too, screw IED's they would just crave you up for pocket change.
WMS
Those aren't Huks, those are merely bandits, the Huks would carve you up for not being brown.
QUOTE (DocTaotsu @ May 13 2008, 11:00 AM)

I'm fairly certain they did the machete chopping thing there too, it was just that IED's were in vogue that season and soy sauce containers in an asian country are pretty uhm... abundant.
Subic Bay is supposed to be really nice and duuhhh AFB? Bellow AFB in Hawaii is technically a military base.
Lucky Air Force punks.
Subic is now a major resort area.
QUOTE (WearzManySkins @ May 13 2008, 01:17 PM)

Damn got the AFB name wrong. Clark the AFB that had to have Mass Transit to get from one side to the other.
No in Olangopo, PI, the Mayor had a solution for Huks and major crime. Philippine Constabulary(PC) Assassins/Hit Squads dealt with any and all Crimes against US Military Personnel. The PC's were most effective in dishing it out also, even more so than the Huks and other criminals. Since the PC's made life to difficult for the Huks and most criminals they went else where quickly or were found drifting down the Olangopo River, not alive. The worst thing that happened to me was I was pick pocketed by kid street gang, but since my Pesos were multiple locations they got little.
While I was on Slammer Duty, a Marine Staff Sergeant stationed there, introduced me to the Number Two Hit Man in Olangopo, the hit man wore a PC set of cammys. Very interesting person, very quiet but his eyes were everywhere. I felt like a mouse in the presence of a Monkey Eagle.
When I was there the official exchange rate was 25 Pesos to 1 US Dollar, a San Miguel Beer in a Top Dollar Main Street Bar cost you 4-6 Pesos. Do the math from there.

For Twenty US Dollars a US Serviceman could get plastered drunk, eat several times, have fun with the ladies and have cab fare back to base. The unofficial exchange rate involved $100 bills and the right connections, it was better than 25 to 1.
Servicemen stationed there who lived off base, were able to pocket most of the BAQ they were given to live off base, that left them most of their meager pay to do with what they wanted to. That meager pay allowed even a E-2 to live real well.
Boy I still miss the Cerveza Negra and Red Horse Extra Strong Beer.
But that is gone now, hopefully for the better of the PI.
WMS
1,001+ Missions Across the Olangopo River Bridge.

Cerveza Negra is still good, I drink it for breakfast with raw eggs. Red Horse is horse piss. Oh, the exchange rate? Its now officially at 42 to 1, so the greenback is good to earn. Booze has gone up to about 20 pesos per bottle, but then again, pretty ladies go for about 2K (US$ 50), party packages of booze, food, and chicks in plural can be easily had for US$300. I like it.
QUOTE (Crusher Bob @ May 13 2008, 05:49 PM)

My stories from the Philippines are considerably less sanguine.
For example, the base commander and local priest turned up at my mom's door once, with a telegram reporting my dad's death. This had been preceded a few minutes before by a telegram from my dad, saying that he was still alive, but that his unit had been wiped out, so he might get reported as dead.
The story apparently was that he was in the south somewhere, when his unit came across a traffic accident or something like that. Being the junior officer, he was apparently dropped of to direct traffic, offer aid and assistance, and so on. The rest of the unit drove into an ambush a few hours later and was wiped out.
It's been nigh on 20 years since I've heard that story, so I might not be getting the details exactly right.
So he was Mark Twain'ed?