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Last Night's Bottle Rocket

March 28, 2008 | | Comments (10)

*looong sparktrail*

*white flash -- wuhBOOM!*

After about an hour of map-snooping and flash-to-bang comparing (we're not allowed to meander until they sound the All Clear, which they forget to do sometimes), we figured it hit a (vacant) vehicle storage lot a couple-hundred meters away. An on-scene meander after brekkies confirmed it.

A new axle-breaker slightly off dead-center of nowhere, a lot of singed gravel, and that was about it. Until I realized what was along the line-of-flight not more than a football field or two (give-or-take an end-zone) from the crater.

The PX/BX.

The rat-bassetts! They've been lurking at Cassie's place -- they were after the thongs!

Good thing they don't know a back azimuth from a buttstock...

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By fdcol63 on March 28, 2008 7:16 AM
Glad you guys are OK, Bill! I wish someone would rid us of Sadr soon.
 
By kat-missouri on March 28, 2008 9:15 AM
Nooo...not the thongs!!!
 
By AFSister on March 28, 2008 9:52 AM
I had a very restless night of sleep last night, but nothing compared to yours. Sheesh. I did dream about you though. honest. I had a dream that you came to visit me and the boys for a few days after you came home from the Sandbox. Nothing exciting, but I *did* dream about you.
 
By Cass on March 28, 2008 6:56 PM
Don't all the ladies dream of Bill? Or wuz that John? I get so confused...
 
By Ledger on March 28, 2008 8:47 PM
Pictures! I want Thong Pictures!
 
By Blake Kirk on March 28, 2008 9:01 PM
Reminds me a little of my wife's story about the Air Force guys at Binh Thuy airfield, back around '68 or so, who had built themselves a nice above-ground swimming pool with a little deck around it and everything. And then one night an enthusiastic VC mortarman walked a line of shells down the runway and put the last round dead-center in their pool, which did its watertight integrity no good at all. But then I've always figured the VC would have eaten the Iraqi insurgency for lunch and been asking for seconds by 1500...
 
By BillT on March 29, 2008 8:01 AM
I get so confused... Cassie -- it's simple. John is the grey-haired, good-lookin', retired artillery guy who makes fun of helicopters. Bill is the grey-haired, *really* good-lookin', retired helicopter guy who makes fun of artillery. See? Now let's go over "back azimuth" and "buttstock"...
 
By AFSister on March 29, 2008 10:02 AM
She does have a point though. John's the 82, and Bill's the 27. It's a numbers game, you see.
 
By J.M. Heinrichs on March 29, 2008 4:14 PM
... if John is "cm" and Bill is "in" ... Cheers
 
By John of Argghhh! on March 29, 2008 6:35 PM
No metric system at Castle Argghhh! CAPT H...
 
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