I was a medic, RBS 90 company, "division" AA Bn.
One manouver my platoon had been detailed with supporting both our own company and the B-Force (the "enemy") but our idot company adjutant (universally disliked") forgot to request supplies for the B-Force, we basically only had enough food etc for ourselves - so at one point the B-Force made a raid on our platoon and left a written message:
"Give us more food, or we will take it!" :mad:
Can't say we were too pleased with their attitude. We medics had a large amount of what we called "sharp gear" (as opposed to fake stuff like blanks), everything from first aid kits to various pills, including some pills that were meant to make people crap. So...., with the help from the cooks we put some of those pills in the sauce being prepared for the B-Force...
Althogh not all were affected it pretty much knocked out the B-Force for a while..., the officers were not too pleased, said it counted as sabotage, word had better not get out - but it did and those blokes of the B-Force swore revenge, and we expected it but nothing happened..., maybe they forgot...
RedDevil Wrote:I have a civilian war story...
A few years ago when JimVKrieg(yes, the big cheese here) and Baron von Beergut (he truly has a beer gut..) met with my family and I at Aberdeen, MD to check out the museum, I had an interesting adventure.
This was post 9-11 so the base was under more guard than normal and the concrete vehicle barriers were staged ziggy zagged across the entrance road. We made it past them and started up towards the main museum area, there were a few tanks situated along this road so we pulled over and piled out taking pictures and checking them out.
I noticed this camouflaged MG post about 250 yards away guarding the road we just came up. It was pretty well hidden from the road way, but our angle at the tank display exposed it.
So.. like a dumbass, I raised my camcorder, zoomed onto the nest and noticed the neat M60 with a guard. I was filming this and noticed his partner looking at me with binoculars.. then he reached for a phone...
A few seconds of this and I moved on to taking a picture of my son posing on the tank. Within 1 minute however, as we all started to return to our cars to continue on, we were suddenly surrounded by several MP vehicles with flashing lights and heavily armed personnel....
The officer in charge tells everyone to stay put and motions for the guy in the yellow shirt (that's ME) to come to him with the camera. I had to show him the pictures I took of the MG nest on my camera (it was digital) and I deleted them for him right there, when he was convinced there were no more pictures, he gave it back to me with the warning not to take any pictures of installations/posts or buildings while I was there...
All of my pictures were of tanks and museum pieces thereafter :)
As a side note, when we were leaving, BvB decided to lead the way and goes barreling down the road, around the corner and promptly into a radar trap going 40+ in a 25 zone...
Good story, but don't lie you were working for the enemy and got caught. That is almost like what happened to our major in DC. She went to Norfolk for a drive and started taking pictures of the ships, well it wasn't too long before her camera was in the hands of the MPs. They deleted her ship pictures but then she asked if she could get a tour of the carrier. They placed a call to the duty officer and sure enough she got a private tour of a nuclear carrier!
BTW- those tanks at Aberdeen are in really sad shape, and have horrible paint jobs on them too.
Here in San Antonio, Ft. Sam runs through the heart of the city. A few civilian roads ran through the base. After 911, these were closed to civilian traffic, but this is south Texas. You don't take a man's route home away from him lightly. Perhaps more to the point, with a few too many in you, it can be hard to remember that times have changed ...
Anyway, during the runup to the latest Iraq campaign, a reservist friend ended up the LT in charge of one of the checkpoints. He's bored, he knows I'll still be up, calls me on his cell. We've been chatting for a while when I hear what sounds like three rapid 12-gauge shots (kind of hard to be sure on the other end of a cell connection ...).
The funny part was his reaction. Cheery as can be he chirps "Gotta go!" and hangs up. Turns out an inebriated local forgot to stop at the newish checkpoint and an enthusiastic sentry took the opportunity to do his job. (Anyone with any local knowledge would know that the odds were something like drunken Texan 99.9%, Al-Quaida car bomb 0.1%.) Fortunately, the casualty count was nil.
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