Oh lordy, the memories you bring back to me. I was in a combat communications squadron, so every spring we repacked all our gear, palletized it, went over all the trucks, loaded them, and headed off to the wilds of an unbuilt up field in the middle of a nearby airbase to pretend that we were setting up in some unnamed country while the inspectors made hay with all our plans. I got a sunburn, every year, while we loaded up the trucks, because I always forgot that the sun is as high in April as it is in August, and I'd gone winterpale betweentimes.
I can remember sitting on watch with an M-16 and my Helmet etc. amid precipitation which couldn't decide if it was fog or rain coming across the fields in the wind and the only light from a streetlamp about a quarter of a mile down the way. I found tiny ripe strawberries in the grass, so I lay down to get a better look and I was collecting some in my otherwise useless fatigue cap when the raiders came swooping down out of the darkness, leaping right over our single coil of barbed wire (the guys who set up didn't want to waste things) and running past me without even noticing I was there. So I turned around and I shot them. (Blanks, of course.) We didn't have the laser tag rigs then, so they couldn't argue when the referee said they were both dead. Heh heh. One of my fondest memories. And the strawberries were lovely and sweet, even if I never did get the stains out of my cap.
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Date: 2004-03-22 07:14 pm (UTC)I can remember sitting on watch with an M-16 and my Helmet etc. amid precipitation which couldn't decide if it was fog or rain coming across the fields in the wind and the only light from a streetlamp about a quarter of a mile down the way. I found tiny ripe strawberries in the grass, so I lay down to get a better look and I was collecting some in my otherwise useless fatigue cap when the raiders came swooping down out of the darkness, leaping right over our single coil of barbed wire (the guys who set up didn't want to waste things) and running past me without even noticing I was there. So I turned around and I shot them. (Blanks, of course.) We didn't have the laser tag rigs then, so they couldn't argue when the referee said they were both dead. Heh heh. One of my fondest memories. And the strawberries were lovely and sweet, even if I never did get the stains out of my cap.