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ok her is but one story.
In 1988 3rd Armored decided that 3/61 ADA was allowed to go to Graff. Mind you we were kicked off graff a few years back do to us destroying a range. Well we were going to Range 301 since it was brand new and we have not been there before. Well we rail load and have a grand time all the way there. All is goin well with nice sunny skies and they forcast was to be clear and cool. I was a young corpral at the time and gullible to boot because I believed it. We arrive and the first morning we had a lite rain and I figure ok. We get to tent city and all is well.
Day 1 at Graff.
I am awakened by LT because he needed a driver and he needed a 24M on site while everyone is loading out at the old church. So I was volenteered. Well I get dresses and step outside to a nice heavy fog. We start driving out and LT says were to be in blackout drive. I looked at him and said we are, its a bright fog is all. Her is a side note, LT has no sense of humor. Back to the story though. I switched to blackout drive lights and we continue on . Well arriving at Alpha Alpha, I found a trench that I could not see, Lt says stop right here. I was about to stop when I heard a noise I really did not want to hear. The sound of a M163A2 Vulcan accelerate to go over that which I did. I quickly moved the CUCV out of the way when the track came down clipping the bumper of the truck. Lt asked me to find a better place for the rest of the guns to come down and so I did as I am told. I am driving around in the dark when all these M1s came rolling in and now I am dodging them. Some how I missed seeing this rather deep hole when I dropped into it. I rolled down the window and climbed out of the truck, made note of where I was and lit up a couple chem sticks so I could find the truck later. Now the sun is coming up and I found where we were setting up so Lt ask hey its kind of cold out here , bring the truck on over so I can warm up. My reply "I can't". Lt say seriously, bring it here. So I said Sir I can't. Lt now asks why not, and my reply was its kind of stuck. Now mind you Lt has no humor. He say soldier I want my truck and I said it over there and pointed in the general direction of where it was. About this time over comes this LTC who asks Lt is that your truck in my tank trap. I never had to drive for him again
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