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So this ornery little shit . . .

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I looked down and he's got one of my socks between his paws, and I ask him "And what's that between your paws mister?"

So he reaches over and picks up the other one.

Then the wife starts laughing and says "Look, he's helping you pick them up so you can put them in the laundry basket."

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The super abbreviated version is that we were locked and loaded for a platoon tank table 12. We were on a floater tank that was usually bitched out for parts and treated like a 2 dollar hooker, and she finally got pissed. The engine caught fire but the automatic halon system failed to activate and the whole deck was engulfed in flames as it burned JP8 fuel and all the wiring back there. At same time the turret was pointing forward which meant the ammo stowage is right over the flame and was potentially going to ingnite and blowout. We had M1A1s and were using the 120mm combustable ammo, so big fires are no bueno. If even one goes off inside the turret everyone is pretty much cooked instantly despite the Nomex we wore. In this case the ammo doors were shut but you damn sure didn't want the ammo cooking off when you coming out of the hatches to escape, the blowout panels are on top and you'd likely get cooked on the way out

I was in the gunner's seat shooting for my platoon sergeant because his gunner was at sick call or some shit that day. Main gun was loaded and I was just about to test fire the coax when the track lost all power. I had literally said 'on the way' and squeezed the trigger when the power went off. Lights, comms, everything...but the engine was still running which was a big proble. It should have aborted when the power died but like I said this was an angry tank and it could defy the engineering physics

The loader said fuck the emergency fire procedures and jumped off the turret roof 10 feet to the ground and was a 100m away before we even realized it

I was elevating the gun, breaking the belt on the coax and yelling over the engine noise at the driver to hit the second shot for the manual engine halon bottle. His dumb ass flipped the crew compartment bottle switch instead, which is right behind his head in the drivers seat. Because we all had our helmets off and were trying to yell over the turbine, the blast knocked him out for a few seconds and froze his goddamn hair for a second. I saw it all in slow motion under the main gun while I was yelling at him. It was fucking hysterical actually, hair freezing and melting almost instantly

A shit ton of smoke came into the turret from the engine compartment and then the halon came backwards into the turret and sucked all the fucking air of my lungs. I bailed out, jumped on the front slope and hauled the retarded driver out of the hatch and then boogied to a safe distance. That back deck was toast, flame all around the bustle rack on the back of the turret and some of the road wheels caught on fire, but the platoon sergeant pulled the external emergency T handle and the main bottle went off finally and killed the bulk of it. The rest we got with hand helds

I don't know if the tank was a total loss but at least the main gun ammo didn't cook off from the heat so they may have been able to salvage the hull

Lucky also it wasn't our track or all our gear would have been in the bustle rack and gone up with it. Because it was a bitch tank it just ate a water cooler and the shitty 5 gallon plastic jerry can you drank your 100 degree water from got taken by the fire gods, but it could have been worse

Your tax dollars paid for that, so thanks actually, I appreciate it

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That's a scary, crazy story.

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Used to be another tanker here in 24/354 land.


Did he get banned or get bored with it?

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Used to be another tanker here in 24/354 land.


Did he get banned or get bored with it?

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I didnt hate that guy.

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RSV all up in this house.

Duckski just getting over it, both imps in the thick of it, and just starting up for me.

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RSV all up in this house.

Duckski just getting over it, both imps in the thick of it, and just starting up for me.

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The super abbreviated version is that we were locked and loaded for a platoon tank table 12. We were on a floater tank that was usually bitched out for parts and treated like a 2 dollar hooker, and she finally got pissed. The engine caught fire but the automatic halon system failed to activate and the whole deck was engulfed in flames as it burned JP8 fuel and all the wiring back there. At same time the turret was pointing forward which meant the ammo stowage is right over the flame and was potentially going to ingnite and blowout. We had M1A1s and were using the 120mm combustable ammo, so big fires are no bueno. If even one goes off inside the turret everyone is pretty much cooked instantly despite the Nomex we wore. In this case the ammo doors were shut but you damn sure didn't want the ammo cooking off when you coming out of the hatches to escape, the blowout panels are on top and you'd likely get cooked on the way out

I was in the gunner's seat shooting for my platoon sergeant because his gunner was at sick call or some shit that day. Main gun was loaded and I was just about to test fire the coax when the track lost all power. I had literally said 'on the way' and squeezed the trigger when the power went off. Lights, comms, everything...but the engine was still running which was a big proble. It should have aborted when the power died but like I said this was an angry tank and it could defy the engineering physics

The loader said fuck the emergency fire procedures and jumped off the turret roof 10 feet to the ground and was a 100m away before we even realized it

I was elevating the gun, breaking the belt on the coax and yelling over the engine noise at the driver to hit the second shot for the manual engine halon bottle. His dumb ass flipped the crew compartment bottle switch instead, which is right behind his head in the drivers seat. Because we all had our helmets off and were trying to yell over the turbine, the blast knocked him out for a few seconds and froze his goddamn hair for a second. I saw it all in slow motion under the main gun while I was yelling at him. It was fucking hysterical actually, hair freezing and melting almost instantly

A shit ton of smoke came into the turret from the engine compartment and then the halon came backwards into the turret and sucked all the fucking air of my lungs. I bailed out, jumped on the front slope and hauled the retarded driver out of the hatch and then boogied to a safe distance. That back deck was toast, flame all around the bustle rack on the back of the turret and some of the road wheels caught on fire, but the platoon sergeant pulled the external emergency T handle and the main bottle went off finally and killed the bulk of it. The rest we got with hand helds

I don't know if the tank was a total loss but at least the main gun ammo didn't cook off from the heat so they may have been able to salvage the hull

Lucky also it wasn't our track or all our gear would have been in the bustle rack and gone up with it. Because it was a bitch tank it just a water cooler and the shitty 5 gallon plastic jerry can you drank your 100 degree water from got taken by the fire gods, but it could have been worse

Your tax dollars paid for that, so thanks actually, I appreciate it

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RSV all up in this house.

Duckski just getting over it, both imps in the thick of it, and just starting up for me.

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RSV all up in this house.

Duckski just getting over it, both imps in the thick of it, and just starting up for me.

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First gig since October tonight , Hope the rain holds out

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RSV all up in this house.

Duckski just getting over it, both imps in the thick of it, and just starting up for me.

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J&S Roadhouse which is the old Mountain Rest in West Milford , just us playing , its the re-opening since they banged up for the winter. Back in the day this place was a bar with a shooting range out back ( shotgun and pistol) , I guess the range shut down in the mid 80's due to insurance and pressure from the town . Just us tonight

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We’re at the stall now boyos

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Home

Getting my dranking on.