Here's one I shouldn't share. I was a helicopter crew chief in the service. An arial gunnery instructor. I was training in Yuma, AZ. We were flying along the range shooting at stationary targets, then my pilot calls out "troops in the open at 2 o'clock". That just means firing in a sweeping motion with the XM-218 .50 cal machine gun. So I did, then I saw some wild burrows, and I shot one to pieces. I couldn't stop my self. It was just pink mist. My only military casualty.
oh that is just bad <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
It's true, it was about 12 years ago and it still bothers me a little. It's my "nam" story. Guess I was fortunate.
I guess we can all get carried away. I know I have
That was exactly the case. I also mowed down a Seguaro cactus that night. I was in a particular destructive mood that night.
USMC 1997-2002. 6173 CH-53D Sea Stallion Helicopter Crew Chief and Flightline Mechanic. Semper Fi!
