All the Seabee rates have nicknames, UT's just happens to be a little more colorful. You will not see any hate amoung the Bee's, Just good humer harassement.
Originally posted by futurebee: I don't think UT's get the hate. I see a common respect for all Seabee rates. Maybe they might refer to us by are infamous nickname.(T.C.)
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Im trying this one last time. My post's keep coming through under the wrong screen name. I think I have it figured out. I'll see once I send it through.
I'm also UT in the Reserves. We are typically called "Turd Chasers". That's cool, but I'm an HVAC contractor. So when I was in Iraq and it was over 120 degrees, I was treated like a full bird Colonel! OOOOORRAAHH! - Mac
Seabee's are FAMILY, like brothers, sisters and veterans are like Uncles or sometimes Dads. We are very close and after you get out, whenever that may be, you become closer. And you know how family gives each other a hard time.
In Nam it was the EO's that got the grief, we broke the equipment, knocked down the grade stakes, flattened the buildings, crushed the piping, collapsed the bridges or, in general, wrecked EVERYTHING. BUT...everybody was nice to us because WE drove them to the bars.
We were called 'Gear jammers', Elephant Operators', a few choice words I can't repeat here or just plain crazy. We'd sweep the roads for mines with the fuel truck, everybody knew where the mines were.
AHHHHH, for the GOOD OLE DAYS. I wish I could be in country with you guys.
As an IT in battalion and a headquarters type...we all find it necessary to give the Alfa, Bravo, and Charlie types a hard time. It's fun but we all respect one another.
As far as giving UT's a hard time... they're bravo types. We gotta :P
Seabee's are FAMILY, like brothers, sisters and veterans are like Uncles or sometimes Dads. We are very close and after you get out, whenever that may be, you become closer. And you know how family gives each other a hard time.
In Nam it was the EO's that got the grief, we broke the equipment, knocked down the grade stakes, flattened the buildings, crushed the piping, collapsed the bridges or, in general, wrecked EVERYTHING. BUT...everybody was nice to us because WE drove them to the bars.
We were called 'Gear jammers', Elephant Operators', a few choice words I can't repeat here or just plain crazy. We'd sweep the roads for mines with the fuel truck, everybody knew where the mines were.
AHHHHH, for the GOOD OLE DAYS. I wish I could be in country with you guys. Posts: 1054 | Registered: Fri 21 February 2003
Great posts hope to meet you at next year’s reunion. It would be nice if all the bees could get together. I get you when I look at all my tour books and the camera snap shots of all the events .
