...when you can't even see the hand in front of your face...and you're outside at night in the open. Now that's dark.
Most people are Very afraid of the dark, not me. I've learned to embrace it. I've learned to see it as a long lost friend, happy as all fuck for it to make its presence. Most people, when confronted with total darkness make so much noise to frighten off what they can't see. Not me. I know you're out there, I can't see you, but I can smell you. I smell...your fear. Don't hear, see or smell me do you? Of course not, I am one with Darkness. It lives in all of us, mines is my friend.
Some Funny Shit...
Range Control, this is Unit 4 1 Alpha, Papa Alpha 3 7, Firing Point 3214, Officer's initals Juliet Charlie, Safty's Officer's initals Mike Charlie will advise when first round is down range and observed safe. Firing Point 3214 Out !!
Range Control, Range Control over.
Range Control, Range Control over.
This is Range Control, last non identifying station please indentify yourself over.
Range Control....This is God over.
Silence.
God this is Range Conltrol. You may have jurisdiction up in heaven, but this is my fire net. STAY OFF MY FIRE NET. This is Range Control Out !!
I was the Battery Commander's Driver and we just pulled into a new firing point, a new location. It was at night, it was a night move, can't see shit. Apparently, when we 'March Ordered', FDC, Fire Directional Center, left the Aiming Circle out in front of the guns. At this new location, we couldn't safty the guns, plot fire cordinates..couldn't do shit without the Aiming Circle. Since I was the driver, and after a lenghty dicussion, I said I could find my way back to our last firing position and pick it up. I should have said I 'thought' I could find it. It wasn't the darkness that got to me. It was almost everything looked excatly the same at intersections that I drove through. Tomake matters worse..Battalion was on the radio and the wanted to speak to my Commander. I did what I thought was right..after Battalion transmitted about 5 times the request that my Commander get on the radio...I answered. Thought..I was doing the right thing. Apparently not. So Battalion was asking for Bravo 2 5..I answered...'This is Bravo 2 5'. Again, Battalion asked..'Bravo 2 5, Whiskey 2 5 over' Again I replied, 'This is Bravo 2 5'. I heard this seconds later. 'Bravo 2 5 Alpha, you may think your Bravo 2 5, GET BRAVO 2 5 on THE GOD DAMNED HORN NOW!!!'. I was acting like I was the Commander, the Captian of Bravo Battery. Back at where the guns and the rest of the Battery was at, they were having aBlast listening to this transmission over the radio. I found the Aiming Circle somehow, don't ask me how, but I did, and headed back to my Unit. FDC, The Commander and The Safety Officer were laughing their ass off at me.
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