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Answering the Whatziss...

 Slick gets the laurel and hearty handshake - and Gunner has the inner satisfaction of he coulda been first (assuming he was right) had he chosen to do so.

Fuze arming wrench for the M20 Training Anti-Tank Mine (a simulator for the M15 AT mine).

Newly arrived via the BBT of joy and happiness.

They come three to a crate.  Well, the mines do.  The wrenches are eaches.



Stacked one atop another, with the wrench tucked into a corner.


They're empty, natch.  And unfuzed.  No energetic components.  You filled with with sand to simulate the weight of an M15 mine, and the fuze contains a pyrotechnic charge to produce a puff of smoke.  It takes 475 pounds of pressure to overcome the springs.



And here's our little friend nestled on his buddy.


Back in the day when I was an Observer/Controller at the NTC, these things were strewn across the landscape as units used them to simulate laying minefields and they didn't always pick up as many as they put down... these are obviously not a collection of those. These were surplused out by the Army over the last several years.

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I always kind of figured that the CMTC wasn't getting the resources NTC did...the training mines I remember there were concrete, and the 'fuzes' were simply mailing label stickers.

I also remember getting a pallet load of them, without 'fuzes,' and surface laying them out in the open, complete with tilt-rods.  (Oddly, we got those, but not the fuzes.)

It worked, though.  OPFOR got a look at it from distance, we shot at them, and their main force stayed away.
 
 Flex, adapt, and overcome!

 
So....in other words....United Parcel Service delivered you MINES????
SWEET!!!!  :)
Jerry


 
 Um, yes.  Mail order over the internet, no less.  Senator Lautenberg has a tummy ache right now and doesn't know why.

 
Anyone needing one of the INERT M20 mines, let me know.    I can help, even though they are not posted yet.  I usually get $95 each for the minty ones like these.  I don't have crates, only single loose mines.

No helpee with the goofy wrench, though.
 
 I knew I didn't have a clue.
 
That brings back memories of planning minefields in and around Bayreuth.  And loading measel shafts with those damned DM41 "cheese charges".....

The wrench is a nice feature, but not essential.  Although it saved wear and tear on fingers when you had to arm serveral dozen of the beasts.  If you lost the wrench, the critical task was to make sure that the fuze wasn't too high in the fuze well, lest things go BOOM when you tightened down the arming plug. 

For that, you can use the arming plug itself, rotated 90 degrees to the vertical, with the tabs resting on the top of the mine casing.  That's just less than half of the plug diameter (equal to the depth of the tab on the wrench); if that clears the fuze in the well, set the plug to SAFE and tighten it down. 

Are you going to bury those in the yard?  With appropriate markings, of course! 

If not, they'll make dandy door stops. 

 
I think the most ingeneous 'obstacle' plan I ever heard of (it maybe be a CMTC urban legend) involved a rather amusing deception.

Seems some battalion commander smuggled in a HEMTT load of those yellow/red striped stakes they use to mark the off limits areas at CMTC.  Had his troops put them in during the night.  OPFOR came rolling in to what they thought was a wide-open avenue of approach, ony to pull up short at the sight of the 'off limits markers' where none had been before.  And got duly pounded by direct and indirect fire while they sat there scratching their heads.

The OCs were not amused.
 
 Regardless of the truth of the matter - if you're taking direct and indirect, scratching your head, for whatever reason, is the wrong response.
 
I assume the head scratching was more at finding an off limits area where none had been before...for the OPFOR, that's got to be somewhat like walking out into your living room in the morning, and finding out someone re-arranged your furniture while you were asleep, adding some pieces in the process.

And you found the coffee table with your shins and big toe.
 
But if you're also being shot at, you don't wonder about it, you move out smartly even as your blinking away the tears of pain.

Just goes to show that the OPFOR, when comfortable in their envelope, are doughty warriors who strike mighty blows.  Get 'em off script however...

 
 If you ain't cheatin' you ain't trying hard enough. OPFOR needs their heads handed to them on a plate now and again.

If I had the OCs annoyed with me, I think I'd love it. But, then, I ain't gotta worry about my OER either.