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- Comefosse - -------------------------------------------------- The mother of Idiots is always pregnant !! --------------------------------------------------
At my first field excercise, me and four other soldiers were designated to a separate team ("Team 0") because we were leaving the excercise a day early to prep for relocation.
This was during the last 24 hrs of the excercise; the so-called "hell hours". Since we were leaving, we didn't get the same tasks as the other teams did (such as guard duty or observation); rather, we got a single comm link and instructions to "listen to it" (of course, nothing ever came). We were told to go into one of the erected tents so we wouldn't be in the way of anyone else.
As it happens, our second lt. got a bit tired of carrying his AG-3 automatic rifle around, and decided to grant us the honor of guarding it in our tent while he inspected the troops. We complied dutifully.
So there we were, five soldiers, one comm link and six quite capable automatic rifles stuck in a cramped tent on a warm summers day. We weren't really exhausted from the previous days of fieldex, but you kinda get a little tired in your body from being woken at two o'clock in the morning and being told to walk aimlessly around for a few hours. As such, we all thought it'd be great just to lie back a little on the grass in the tent... the very warm grass... oh, how great it felt...
One by one, we all drifted of to sleep.
The next thing I remember is about an hour or so later. I woke startled because someone was shouting, but I couldn't quite figure out who, all the other soldiers in the tent were quite quiet.
And then I saw my petty officer, his head stuck in through the opening in the tent. I couldn't really catch what he was saying, mainly because I was still very sleepy and he was, for some reason, shouting. Loudly.
I managed to catch words such as "asleep" and "the second lt.'s rifle" and some such things before he filled his lungs with air for the last time, furiously screaming "[...] AND IF THIS EVER HAPPENS AGAIN, I WILL EXCECUTE YOU ALL!!" and then storming out of the tent.
It wouldn't really be very funny if it had ended there, but the really great part is that, apparently, the other guys in the tent with me felt exactly the same way; they didn't quite catch what he was shouting about, either.
And then it dawned on us, how utterly we had failed to accomplish this incredibly easy task - we just had to sit there, looking at six guns and a radio - nothing else!
And so we laughed. We howled with laughter for a few minutes, so loud, there's no doubt the petty officer in question heard it. Which made it even more funny.
I was honorably discharged three months ago, ranking corporal (NATO OR-4).
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This was during the last 24 hrs of the excercise; the so-called "hell hours". Since we were leaving, we didn't get the same tasks as the other teams did (such as guard duty or observation); rather, we got a single comm link and instructions to "listen to it" (of course, nothing ever came). We were told to go into one of the erected tents so we wouldn't be in the way of anyone else.
As it happens, our second lt. got a bit tired of carrying his AG-3 automatic rifle around, and decided to grant us the honor of guarding it in our tent while he inspected the troops. We complied dutifully.
So there we were, five soldiers, one comm link and six quite capable automatic rifles stuck in a cramped tent on a warm summers day. We weren't really exhausted from the previous days of fieldex, but you kinda get a little tired in your body from being woken at two o'clock in the morning and being told to walk aimlessly around for a few hours. As such, we all thought it'd be great just to lie back a little on the grass in the tent... the very warm grass... oh, how great it felt...
One by one, we all drifted of to sleep.
The next thing I remember is about an hour or so later. I woke startled because someone was shouting, but I couldn't quite figure out who, all the other soldiers in the tent were quite quiet.
And then I saw my petty officer, his head stuck in through the opening in the tent. I couldn't really catch what he was saying, mainly because I was still very sleepy and he was, for some reason, shouting. Loudly.
I managed to catch words such as "asleep" and "the second lt.'s rifle" and some such things before he filled his lungs with air for the last time, furiously screaming "[...] AND IF THIS EVER HAPPENS AGAIN, I WILL EXCECUTE YOU ALL!!" and then storming out of the tent.
It wouldn't really be very funny if it had ended there, but the really great part is that, apparently, the other guys in the tent with me felt exactly the same way; they didn't quite catch what he was shouting about, either.
And then it dawned on us, how utterly we had failed to accomplish this incredibly easy task - we just had to sit there, looking at six guns and a radio - nothing else!
And so we laughed. We howled with laughter for a few minutes, so loud, there's no doubt the petty officer in question heard it. Which made it even more funny.
I was honorably discharged three months ago, ranking corporal (NATO OR-4).
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You could say I'm more differed from than differing.
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to a wondrous land where there is music?
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