Your fault, ndoghouse!

Oh man I feel horrible Bookie! Yeah right! Man thats great! Im gonna pick your brain starting Saturday. Where the heck do you learn Devanagari? Local community college or something? I did get my John Walters book "Guns of the Gurkhas" but Im still digesting it. I know ten times more about Khuks than guns so its slow going but they do have some lists and descriptions at the end specifically of the battalions and companies with some history of each. Let me know how it goes. I saw a special on the tele the other day about Nepal and was funny cause I could actually read some of the road signs and such. I knew some letters and even words but didnt have a clue what they meant since I dont know the language. Maybe we need to get a road trip to Nepal someday:D My wife even said she would like to go:thumbup:

Bookie said:
Taking up Devanagari studies starting Saturday. See what you started?
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Ordered my stuff from a book store that does books for the University of Iowa. About 75 miles East of here. Since you tried to help me out with my khuk, I became intrigued with the script and have tried to decipher some of it my self. I succeeded and so thought what the hey, so I spent the loot. I'll practice on Bawanna by sending him perverse messages.
 
Please be gentle, you know how sensitive I am to perverse stuff. In fact I better look that up and make sure I know what perverse means. Probably stuff like smokeless powder, and metallic cartridges huh?

This is actually frightening now that I ponder it, you could be calling me names and making fun of my heritage and unless I read the book too I won't even know it.
Oh wait,,,,,if I don't know it, why should I worry about it? Man, I think I just came up with something semi intelligent, kind a sorta.

And while we're pointing fingers and making wild accusations, I started reading Seven firefights in Viet Nam last night, only one on the Razorback site that was available on Kindle that I could find so far. And that is all Mr. Bookie's fault, and it's written in English.
It's a little dry in spots as I try to figure out all the stuff that makes perfect sense to those who are in the military but the X battalion, x squad, x infantry, on and on, the nuts and bolts are very good, who was there is kind of gray.
Didn't get too far, but I'm back in it tonight.
 
Bawanna, most of the other books concerning the Razorbacks we sell to ourselves as they are mostly faces of the guys. You will be quite lucky to find the first two of my books (related to black powder) any where. One copy of Notes from a Small Iowa Rifleshop hit 75 dinars on EvilBay! Pretty good since I only charged ten bucks a copy before I let it go out of print. What I used to do when I was bored:
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For awhile in my misguided youth I dearly wanted to be a door gunner, I think we would have made good pards.

Again I thank you for going over there to the University. I tried to attend myself, all branches, even the Navy. Wanted to be a Marine. Thought I was in luck, everybody said the Marines would take anybody but no me. Hearing and color blindness and right at a time when they had plenty of guys, they wouldn't take me.

I have a interesting story related to my physical that I'll share with you later. Comical now, a might skeery at the time.
 
Husbands dad was a door gunner for D co 3/5. My own Dad is a Vietnam ERA Vet but not a Vietnam WAR vet. When I was in the 7th ID at Ord my best friend was a SSG who had been a door gunner for multiple tours. Not bad considering the life expectancy of the position. Of course Phillip had been a SSG and a PVT about 6 times too. Seems he liked to unwind rather forcefully between missions. I am not sure but Bookie sounds like he might fit that part of the mold too.

As for learning the language there is a really good website that I use to learn them. They currently have about 95 languages they produce video and audio lessons for as well as text lessons. They also do real time feeds of radio shows in that language when you get fluent enough to want to practice hearing the language full speed. There is also a virtual keyboard so you can type in scripts including Devanagari. Makes it interesting as you can type English words in the script and REALLY screw yourself up trying to read your stuff LOL. If anyone wants I would be happy to pm more details.
 
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BAWANNA: Your story already has me smiling and I haven't even heard it yet!

SHAVRU: Would this be Quillpad?
 
Where can I exchange US money for denars? I want to read them books about Razorbacks and corn patch gunshops.
 
OK, we're in the Cantina where anything goes so here's my Navy induction physical story. All true, names not changed to protect the innocent.

I showed up early with my buddy and my girlfriend at the time. We signed on in the buddy program, he made it, I didn't so buddy plan down the drain.
Anyhow we go through a bunch of stations. Weigh, get in line down trou, read the letters on the wall.

So I get to a station where you look at ink blobs and your spose to guess what it is, looked at about 3 pics and the guy asked if I was color blind, I told him yes and he was like next and shoved me out of the booth. I was starting to think these dudes are down right rude, probably ticked that they gotta test folks instead of blowin stuff up.

So we get to the good part. They stick about 8 or 10 of us in this big booth, thought I was in a submarine. A chair and a console for each guy. Hearing test. Well even then my hearing sucked so I'm really concentrating hard, I want to pass this. So we're in there pitch black with the door shut for maybe 10 minutes when suddenly the door flies open letting in a bunch of light but I'm still focusing.
Well Popeye the sailor man grabs me from behind by the throat and pulls me over backwards along with the chair, drags me out of the booth over the raised threshold with no thought whatsoever to the rest of my body below the neck which he still had in his hand. The whole time screaming about How I was playing games with him and his machine. No chance for rebuttal from me.

Threw me on the ground, kicked me over on my back and started pummeling me. I'm not the fastest boat in the race but about this point I determined it was best to fight back even though it was no contest. This of course was equivalent to pouring kerosene on a forest fire.

Well about this time and the full episode was probably less than two minutes but felt like 12 rounds with Ali. 3 or 4 other popeyes pulled my antagonist off me while another told him he had grabbed the wrong guy. Turns out the long haired hippie dude next to me was playing games with this dudes testing machine and he was not happy.

Well at this point I'm left on the floor like yesterdays party dress and popeye does the same dance on the hippie dude while the same doctor that was checking out my privates awhile ago set about controlling my bleeding and straightening out my misplaced nose. I got to watch the hippie pounding for just a bit and asked if the guy goes off like that often.

All this happened of course with all of us in skivvy shorts, apparently no modesty in the Navy. Well after doc wraps up, two MP dudes escort me to the head honcho's office. Why they have MP's at a testing place I never could figure out. They had a large facility on the pier there so maybe lots of other stuff going on too. So head honcho is sitting behind his desk, slightly smaller than an aircraft carrier as I recall and I'm standing in my skivvy shorts. Has me sit and he's shaking his head kind of slow like.

So he starts off apologizing not too well and tells me that in time of war they would probably take me. But with my hearing and color blindness they were rejecting me and changing my draft status to I forget what the designation for we don't want this one but that's the one.

So I asked what about popeye beating me to a pulp. He said that's the other reason I'm being rejected. Said if I was inducted I'd go straight to the brig for assaulting a superior. I explained that he started it and I wasn't in the Navy. He said witness's saw me fight back which apparently is a no no.

At that point it was not fun anymore and I asked if I could just get my britches and leave. I think he was relieved to see me go. He did give me a paper and his contact if there were any additional medical attention.

Heck I could have been the first to get a Purple Heart before I was sworn in. I still chuckle about it.
 
No Bookie Mylanguages it has many more keyboards than just . Includes Arabic, Cyrillic, Devanagari, Ethiopic, Hanja and a few others actually broken out by the language so many of them use the same keyboards but at least if you are learning the language you don't need to know if the root writing system is a Syllable-based logographies, a syllabary, an abjad, a Linear nonfeatural ect. just what language you want to type for.

Bawanna, That has got to be the funniest Induction story I have ever heard. The Navy missed out, Being ex-Army with a hubby who is an ex-Dogface though I would say that the squids wouldn't have been the right place for you anyways. Should have done Army, we probably would have promoted you for fighting back. Could have made Cpl by the time you got to a unit LOL and everyone knows the Army has the lowest standards. Hell they took me.
 
That's what the Navy said. Try the Army they'll take anybody. Navy was my last stop. I tried Marines first, then Army before the Navy. I didn't even consider Air Force, knew I didn't stand a chance there, they don't like a lot of huh's and what's on the F16 radio.

Tried all along over the years, even the recruiters at the county fair. They think I'm joking. Hey, I could drive a tank. Or be a door gunner for Bookie. Might need a boost getting aboard but small price.

Maybe I could be a drone driver!!!!!! I suck at video games but I could study up.
 
I hope you told your son that story! That one has to go down in the family history books! I believe i would have done the same thing since i aint govment property yet! Probably would have got my 5'1" skinny arse whupped but not without some skinned knuckles.
 
I got one very lucky blow in and give him a bloody nose (made me proud) but I was clearly the hands down loser. Eyes near swelled shut. Doc done good putting my nose back on, never had no issues afterwards.

Probably karma too, I get sea sick at the smell of salt water so probably best I was left behind.

Not sure the condition of the hippie dude that caused it all. Imagine he was in pretty rough shape but at least he had it a comin.
 
Thats some good stuff Bawanna, I can see it happening now, at least ya got a few in. Heck youd a been a fine door gunner.
 
Bawanna, I'm sorry you got "busted", but I'm laughing my fanny perpendicular off. I had a glitch in my recruitment, too, but it sure isn't any where near Twilight Zone like yours! Enlisted in 1966. Final discharge when I resigned my Warrant in 2006, but I was never sworn into the Army. They must have been over to the navy recrruiter busting up hippies. LOL... Here is a famous photo of a Razorbacks crew chief doing his thing. Read the rocket pod. He is NOT strapped in at all.
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हेल्लो षव्रु । इ हवे थे डेवनगरी केय्बोअर्द ओन म्य कोम्पुतेर । Hello Shavru. I have the Devanagari keyboard on my computer. (It came with it. I also use the Danish, Norwegian, Swedish, Afrikaans, Russian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, German, and Vietnamese keyboards. Not bad for a fat boy who speaks Iowegian.)
 
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हेल्लो षव्रु । इ हवे थे डेवनगरी केय्बोअर्द ओन म्य कोम्पुतेर ।
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You would!... Ill be busy for a week trying to translate that:D
 
Ok, what did he say about it. My bad ear is burning.

Bookie, can you talk to that crew chief, I'm thinking he'd want to know if you decided to bank left. Or perhaps no banking allowed when they are hanging out.

Even though you wasn't sworn in they must have known you were there? Hope you didn't get cheated out of a retirement.

Marines must have their own helicopters huh? Dang it I want to be a door gunner.
 
हेल्लो तो यौ टू भॊकिए, इ आम ग्लाद यौ हवे द प्रोपेर केय्बॉर्द विथ योउर कम्प्युटर. इ विष यौ गूद फोर्तुने विथ योउर लीर्निंग.

I use a laptop so only have the standard qwerty keyboard so the virtual ones are a real blessing for me. I used to have a friend in the Netherlands. He owned a Chinese restaurant. Spoke 7 languages fluently but not English. And he would tell you that in a perfect clipped oxford accented English. LOL he probably spoke 12 languages fluently but he only considered himself fluent if he spoke it well enough a native couldn't tell he wasn't a native. Another friend was a waiter in an Italian restaurant. When he wanted to learn a new language he moves to the country then got a job at an Italian restaurant there. Must have spoken about 5-6 languages pretty well too. Me, Having traveled for my job in the Military and as a Silly-Villian after to about 84 differnet countries, I can get room and board and chat up a cute guy in about 10 languages but conversational in only a couple. Reminds me of the old joke: What do you call someone that speaks 3 languages? Tri-lingual. Someone that speaks 2? Bi-Lingual. and 1? American.
 
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