94th ARCOM again, this time a June 1969 dated box and different maker.

Indeed. 99th AREFS callsign: "Ramrod". Of course, their black w/yellow-gold lettered rhomboid shaped patch looks nothing like your "Ramrod" patches. I looked around but couldn't find an image.

Thanks yokota57, so it could have been used by an entire squadron?

Working at Dillingham Shipyard in 1978, our ship in the civilian drydock on Sand Island as we were too small to tie up the drydock at the Naval Shipyard Pearl Harbor...   Dillingham Shipyard   A newly assigned seaman recruit came aboard just before we put into the drydock.  He was onery, mouthy and just a pain in the butt and I nick named him 'Shark Bait', telling him that's what he'll be the next time we put to sea.   I'm the Petty Officer of the Watch wearing dungarees, hardhat with goggles, bandana and a .45 gunbelt as the yardbirds are sandblasting all around us.   Some of the guys were going out bar hopping in Honolulu and 'Shark Bait' kept pestering them until they agreed to take him along.  I don't know exactly what happened on the beach and who messed him up, but around midnight during my watch 'Shark Bait' comes running up the stairs and the gangplank, sprints right past me and goes below to berthing.  When he jetted by us, he was bleeding heavily and had his lip busted wide open, blood all over himself.   The Officer of the Deck and I think W T F? and before we finish the thought, 'Shark Bait' runs right through us again and back down the gangplank brandishing a large bowie knife screaming "I'll kill those M*ther F*ckers!!"  This starts a chase all over the shipyard by myself, my messenger & the OOD.  We catch him and disarm him, but he obviously needs medical attention.  I'm also the duty driver, so the OOD tells me to get relieved, take the pick up truck and my messenger, and take him to nearby Tripler Army Hospital (now TAMC).     That's the setup, here's the stupid part...   We're driving down Nimitz Highway towards Tripler and the kid keeps trying to grab the steering wheel.  I'm telling my messenger to get a hold of him but he's slippery with blood and the messenger isn't too cool about that.  He sits in the middle and puts 'Shark Bait' on the passenger side rather than between us.  The next red light I hit on the highway, he bolts and now it's my turn to start cussing and thinking I'm going to kill this kid.   We chase him down the highway, uh, 'subdue' him and drag his rump back to the USN dodge pick up truck.  That's when the red lights went on, I look up, and there's the County Sheriff holding a shotgun on us.   Here's the picture.  Our truck is in the middle of the highway, doors open, bloody seat and door handles at 1am.  We're in dungarees and hardhats with clubs (a complete no-no off base at the time) dragging an unconscious bloody guy in civilian clothes down the road.  We laid him down, raised our hands, and started to tell our tale to the Deputy.  Eventually, he lowers the shotgun, looks at me and says, "you put him on the passenger side?"  He added a few more unpublishable remarks about how stupid I was, and tells us to get him to Tripler.  By this time I'm red faced and steaming, thinking about how I'll kill my messenger first, and then 'Shark Bait', but I get back behind the wheel and drive up to Tripler with the Sheriff following me.  Seeing that I'm actually going to the hospital, he turns away at the gate and we go up to the circle where the emergency room is.   This gets better...   By now it's about 2am and 'Shark Bait' has come around.  He's screaming, spitting blood on us and we're telling him to shut the F up.  We hit the swinging saloon type doors with a bang and storm into the brightly lit waiting room.  Time stops for me at this moment.  It's dead silent except for his yelling.   I look up, nice clean Army greens, white coats, shocked faces.  I look at the chairs and see recoiling pregnant army wives with their mothers, just what you expect on a quiet early weekend at Tripler, and think "Oh, F*ck", we're covered with blood, with clubs and definitely not Army.  The women's jaws are open and they're trying to crawl inside the chair cushions.   The Army nurse gets in my face screaming "You Animals, did you have to hit him so hard!  Monsters" and tells us to sit in the back away from everyone else.  She takes the 'poor little man' from us into an examining room, but I get up and tell her, you better keep an eye on him or let me in there with you.  But she's having none of that, and again orders me to sit back against the wall.      About 15 minutes go by and now it's quiet again, my messenger is trying to hit on the sisters and friends of the pregnant Army wives and I'm doing my best to breathe and meditate.  Then, my ears go up, hearing from inside the examining room, "hey, where'd that guy go".   I walked right up to the check in counter, took a piece of paper and started writing.  Satisfied with my note, I hand it to the Nurse and ask her to sign it as I'm now watching the MP's and medics running around the hallways following the blood trail.  She looks at the note which states that I've delivered my prisoner to the custody of the US Army.  She looks at me, signs it, and says "Get the Hell out of here", which I did.   'Shark Bait' never returned to the ship.  

Recent news media reports covered the delivery of a Medal of Honor for Philippine Insurrection Army veteran James W. McIntyre to his granddaughter. McIntyre served with the 1st North Dakota Volunteer Infantry, raised to serve in the Philippines. McIntyre volunteered to serve with a scouting contingent consisting of around two dozen soldiers. Without getting into all of that group’s various actions, a number of them were awarded the Medal of Honor for gallantry on May 13 and/or May 16, 1899. Appropriate recommendations for these men were submitted to the War Department and ultimately approved.   Apparently, McIntyre’s MoH was not a “late” award in the sense that he was not originally recommended for it in 1899. It was just never delivered to him because of a faulty address (formal presentation ceremonies were a rarity at this time) in the War Department’s records. According to the media, McIntyre was murdered by bandits in Mexico in 1930.   In recent years, McIntyre’s story came to the attention of a history enthusiast. That person researched the situation and, with the help of a congressman, was able to have the medal presented to McIntyre’s oldest living relative, his granddaughter.   All of this information is readily available via a Google search. McIntyre’s situation is not unusual, particularly with the recent granting of late Medal of Honor awards for actions ranging from the Civil War to the Gulf Wars. What is unusual is that I cannot find any reference to McIntyre in any of the contemporary Medal of Honor reference books.   McIntyre is not on the lists of scouts recommended as per the 1916 Staff Corps and Medals of Honor publication. I do not have the second volume of Deeds of Valor, so I don’t know if his name appeared in the account of these scouts contained therein. Perhaps a reader who has this volume could look and see if McIntyre’s name is in DofV, volume 2, and let me know.   Of course, DofV is a privately published book while the 1916 Staff Corps and Medals of Honor report is as official a document as there is. I am curious as to why McIntyre’s name was not included among the other scouts recommended for this award. He was alive at the time of the recommendation and still on active duty. If a MoH was approved, it would normally have been forwarded to his unit for an appropriate presentation ceremony.  And, of course, at the time of the recommendation, his home address was valid.   The current newspaper articles make it clear that McIntyre’s award was approved (it says TR approved it in 1906, but I don’t believe MoH recommendations were normally reviewed by the president at that time. And, why there was an apparent 7-year delay in approving his award, is not known) but just not delivered to him. If TR had personally approved this award, it surely would have been included in the 1916 report.   I would ask if anyone has either the 1916 Staff Corps report and/or volume 2 of DofV, to take a look for McIntyre’s name. I might well have overlooked it somewhere, and two or more sets of eyes are always better than one.   I’d appreciate any insight anyone has on this unusual late presentation, as well as any valid documentation concerning the recommendation and approval for this MoH.  This one seems very unusual to me.   Thanks!!

You’re very welcome.  Happy to give you more information about this soldier.  Take care and God Bless! 

Without better photos I am not a fan of it being ww2 vintage.    Twill material seems off, stitching of letters seems 1960s and reverse base material needs a better image. 

Here's my P38 on my Tags, this in a 1992 photo, got that 1/9 scale Esci Grenadier kit there that I buit in like 1985 as this was the focus of the photo

SAC's 99th Air Refueling Squadron (H) used the callsign "Ramrod" back in the late '50s into the '70s. I used to have the black with yellow/gold "Ramrod" tab/patch. 

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