kb9sog Posted August 31, 2000 Share Posted August 31, 2000 Well, it had to happen. I'm on the golf course this morning for our company league. I'm riding around in my .50 cal jeep (golf cart), shouting orders at the corporal (my partner), readying my 60 mm mortar (a wedge from the bag), and area targeting the open ground 100 meters away(the green). It is a beautiful shot but the wind causes the mortar (ball?) to drift further than expected. The mortar (ball??) hits some scattered trees behind the open ground (green??) causing a tree burst (leaves fall from tree). A sound contact is made after the tree burst. I ask the corporal (partner??), "What do you hear?" He looks at me and says, "Sounds like, 'you sonofabitch!' You shoulda yelled, 'fore' or something." I say, "Quick! Drop smoke on that hill and call in the armor!" He says, "You want to take a mulligan?" I say, "Yes, hurry up and reload!" He says, "Are you feeling OK?" I say, "Take cover! Tracers!" *Where does a game end and real life begin?* Assimilate me already! ------------------ BJ Simpson Visit www.arrl.org for information about Ham Radio. IN HOC SIGNO VINCES Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The CM Borg Posted August 31, 2000 Share Posted August 31, 2000 You have been Assimilated Welcome to the collective ------------------ Resistance is Futile Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melloj Posted August 31, 2000 Share Posted August 31, 2000 CM Borg, You might want to use this, perhaps the assimilation process will be improved by it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lindan Posted September 1, 2000 Share Posted September 1, 2000 Hey, SEX of NINE! (sixtynine? 7-9????) ------------------ visit lindan.panzershark.com member of the Combat Mission webring [This message has been edited by Lindan (edited 09-01-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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