delta275
13-05-06, 05:39
As a young cav. scout in the early 80's I was assigned to the scout platoon of an armored unit.
During the yearly tank gunnery excersise my buddy and I were tasked to man a target section of the range. Our job was to ensure targets popped up on que and if they didn't we had to go fix them.
Of course it rained almost all night which insured that the electrical motors used to raise and lower targets would short out, freeze or just plain burn out.
We spent most of the night running down malfunctions.
At the end of the night we were sitting, soaking wet, on the deck of an old m-114 hull used as a hard target, listening to our walkmans, smoking a cig. and waiting for the duty truck to come take us in for breakfast and some sleep .
We were both tuned to the same station, watching the sun start to rise when Don Hennley's song dirty laundry came on.
Now as far as we knew everybody was either at mess or on the way. The song just sorta got us going, don't ask why, 'cause I couldn't explain it anyway, but we started danceing on the deck of that hulk, really got in the groove . a little later the truck showed up and we went in, not giveing the dance session a second thought.
later that day we rose , had dinner and went to the range duty board to see wht we were to do that night.
Witten in red ink under the list of range rules someone had wrtten ' NO DANCING DOWN RANGE'
Well we didn't do anymore dancing, at least on top of a tank anyway.
During the yearly tank gunnery excersise my buddy and I were tasked to man a target section of the range. Our job was to ensure targets popped up on que and if they didn't we had to go fix them.
Of course it rained almost all night which insured that the electrical motors used to raise and lower targets would short out, freeze or just plain burn out.
We spent most of the night running down malfunctions.
At the end of the night we were sitting, soaking wet, on the deck of an old m-114 hull used as a hard target, listening to our walkmans, smoking a cig. and waiting for the duty truck to come take us in for breakfast and some sleep .
We were both tuned to the same station, watching the sun start to rise when Don Hennley's song dirty laundry came on.
Now as far as we knew everybody was either at mess or on the way. The song just sorta got us going, don't ask why, 'cause I couldn't explain it anyway, but we started danceing on the deck of that hulk, really got in the groove . a little later the truck showed up and we went in, not giveing the dance session a second thought.
later that day we rose , had dinner and went to the range duty board to see wht we were to do that night.
Witten in red ink under the list of range rules someone had wrtten ' NO DANCING DOWN RANGE'
Well we didn't do anymore dancing, at least on top of a tank anyway.