GEN. RIETH SEX SCANDAL IN NEW JERSEY "JUST
TIP OF THE ICEBERG" - BASES AT SEA GIRT AND
ATLANTIC CITY "PLAYGROUNDS" FOR SWINGERS
FROM MAKING OUT ON THE BEACH TO WATER
BEDS, PORN TAPES AND BOOZE-FILLED FRIDGES
IN HIDDEN LOVE NESTS - ONE COLONEL WHO
GOT FEMALE SGT PREGNANT SAID: "AH LIKE MAH
WIMMIN LIKE AH LIKE MAH COFFEE - HOT AND
BLACK" - COUPLES (MARRIED TO OTHERS) "PAIR
OFF" AT WEEKEND DRILLS - LESBIAN NURSES
MAKE NOISE DURING LOUD "LOVER'S QUARREL"
© 2011 MilitaryCorruption.com
By MAJ Glenn MacDonald, USAR (Ret)
Glenn Rieth getting caught in a sex act with a married female aide (see related stories box below) is "just the tip of the iceberg," says a senior retired officer who was forced out of the New Jersey National Guard a few years ago.
"Adultery, fraternization, sex parties, lesbians, even a gay general officer," if the citizens of New Jersey knew what went on there during the past 30 years, they'd be stunned and demand the governor be more careful who he appoints to lead our state's Guard," the source said.
"What kind of example does a leader set when he is openly cheating on his wife, yet hammers lower-ranking soldiers, especially junior officers and enlisted members, for doing the very same thing?"
GAMBLING, GIRLS AND THE GUARD AT ATLANTIC CITY
This writer remembers a trip he made to the Atlantic City Armory in the late 80's. It was a weekend drill and the "story" he got then could never have seen print until now.
As Troop Command public affairs officer and former award-winning editor of GUARDLIFE magazine, he wasn't easily shocked. He always made sure his girlfriends were unmarried and not in his chain-of-command. But some of his fellow officers weren't as careful. If they spotted an attractive woman, they used every trick in the book to get her in bed. Sometimes, it wasn't very difficult. No tricks required. A look and a smile would do.
We recall one "30-something" red-head NCO medical technician based at Sea Girt who "took a shine" to a certain big-city newspaperman with lieutenant's silver bars on his shoulders.
A NIGHT AT THE SLEEPY HOLLOW MOTEL
"STRIPES" with Bill Murray was playing at the Cineplex, dinner was delicious, and then it was off to the Sleepy Hollow Motel on Route One, an establishment well-known and patronized by those who worked at Guard headquarters in Lawrenceville, N.J. After a very enjoyable night, the officer awoke to see his playmate sitting on the other side of the bed in her birthday suit, busily scribbling into a notepad.
"What are you doing, Brandy?" he asked.
"Oh, just giving you a rating," she laughed.
"And that score is?"
"You get a nine!"
"Hey that's great, but what other names are in your little black notebook?"
She rattled off a list of friends and colleagues that caused both the officer's eyes to pop open simultaneously.
"Why no enlisted men or NCO's?" he asked.
"I like officers," she purred, "cuz they can do so much for me, when I ask."
"Yeah, right," the PAO gulped. He made a mental memo never to get this gal upset, and as it turned out, they were good pals for years, as long as she served in the Guard.
But, back to Atlantic City.
THE "HIDE-AWAY" OFF THE ARMORY FLOOR
A friendly captain winked at the PAO and invited him to follow across the armory's drill floor, then upstairs to what was supposed to be the unit armorer's quarters.
It was really a fully-equipped "love nest."
There was a water bed - remember the ad jingle: "There's two things better on a water bed, and one of them is sleep"? Over in the corner was a well-stocked fridge with beer and booze of every variety. Johnny Walker seemed to be the favored brand. And across from the springy bed was a TV set hooked up to a video player. Porn tapes of every variety were stacked up underneath.
We tell you this, because a few hours later, when yours truly was getting ready to sack out on a sofa in the officer's club, a certain field-grade with the initials "F.S." burst in the room and announced that I would not be able to spend the night there that evening.
"Why the hell not?" I fired back. "I had to drive a hundred miles to get here. I'm not going home tonight just to turn around in a few hours and come back on Sunday."
"If you know what's smart, you will - or at least go up and grab an empty bunk at Sea Girt. You're NOT staying here!"
What I later found out, was that officer had "plans" for the evening with a woman not his wife. He'd learned I had just seen his love pad and was determined no one was going to spoil his planned Saturday night fun.
Disgustedly, I piled into my car and headed north on the Garden State Parkway. I swore one day I'd get even with the bastard. Well now, I just did.
A COLONEL IMPREGNATES THE SUPPLY SERGEANT
The East Orange, N.J. Guard Armory was located on Oronton Parkway in a very bad neighborhood.
Officers coming to Wednesday night meetings and parking on the street always worried if their car would still be there when it was time to go home.
Once-upon-a-time, there was a Black female supply sergeant who was out-of-control. It didn't matter if the sergeant-major or lt. colonel gave her an order. She was just as likely to tell them to STFU as not.
It was my job to find out why every time she was directed to do something, she intoned the name of a certain colonel at headquarters. "Don't f - - k with me, or I'll have to call Tex."
Could there be a connection? Was there ever!
A good-looking Black soldier told me she had been on duty the "admin. night" old "Tex" showed up and took the slutty sergeant into the female latrine. "He banged her standing up. I know, because my job was to stand outside and make sure they weren't disturbed until he was done," she said.
My source told me the former top-ranking officer at headquarters had a "yen" for dark-skinned gals.
"One A.T. (annual training) up at (Fort) Drum, he slid up to me and said: "Ah like mah wimmin like I like mah coffee, hot and black!"
That same colonel had a Caucasian wife who apparently didn't know, when her hubby was away, it was his time to "play."
SEA GIRT A SWINGING PLACE
The National Guard Training Center at Sea Girt in a prime assignment. But military drill is not all that goes on there. One married general, a close relative to the errant Glenn Rieth, was spotted on the sand facing the ocean with a young female he shouldn't have been with. All "Killer" had to do was haul his butt over to the "love nest" apartment located behind the med. facility if he didn't want to be seen, but arrogance always goeth before a fall, and this flag officer was as conceited (and stupid) as they come.
Speaking of Sea Girt, it is most notorious for a certain chain-smoking, chinless, flat-chested crone who used her power as a "boss" nurse to "take care of" or punish unlucky soldiers who came to her for physical exams. Often, a jiggered EKG could produce a "heart problem," resulting in that Guardsman being arbitrarily put on "profile," thus ineligible for promotion, and in some cases retention in the military.
Since the skinny hag exclusively "serviced" officers with a skill that could be best appreciated by Bill Clinton, she was strictly heterosexual. But the nurse corps is well-known for having lesbians in the ranks, and Sea Girt was no exception. One colonel was friendly and flirty; her older galpal, gray-haired and jealous. And that made for plenty of fireworks whenever they had a lover's quarrel. Slammed doors and copious tears, interspersed with screams and curses, was the order of the day and provided great entertainment. But the most fun was when another nurse hung a female "dummy" by the neck from the ceiling and attached a note to the air-filled object with the crone's name on it.
A WIRE-TAP SHOCK AT THE DOUGHBOY INN
The FBI agent and former Marine officer in Vietnam thought he'd heard it all. But this night, he got the shock of his life.
It was supposed to be a routine wire-tap. A well-liked but crooked officer at USP&FO at Lawrenceville was suspected of soliciting bribes from contractors.
The room at the Doughboy Inn at Fort Dix had been bugged.
Another person entered the wired room. Instead of capturing the sounds of a bribe going down, the hidden mike chronicled another event.
The visitor wasn't who it was thought he was.
The agent's eyes grew wide as he recorded the sounds of two men having sex. From conversation picked up during the tryst, it was obvious who the diminutive general was. Other than the agent involved and his deep undercover intelligence asset, that story has remained secret, until now.
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