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Army Tales: K.O.Tales my Father has told me.
My dad retired, but he still work with the military.
One day, he was watching a demonstration by some Delta Force operative. They were going to simulate house to house fighting. Inside were actors, some armed, and some were instructed specifically to try and wrestle the Delta's guns away from them. The Delta Force guys breached the door, eliminated the targets in the first room (not really of course. This is a simulation.) However, in the next room, they get jumped by the "gun robbers." Rather than pulling away and engaging with their firearms, like what was expected, the Delta soldiers just punched the actors in the face, knocking them out. They then went through the rest of the simulation doing this, just knocking the "robbers" around. Outside, my father and the other observers could hear the thwacks and startled cries of the actors. The Delta guys calmly walked out of the building, having shot or knocked out all the targets in the structure.
Army Tales: "HEERES JOHNNY"Tales told by my Father.
At the base, every morning the soldiers were required to fall into formation for role call. On this particular morning, everyone showed up, except for two men. The Sergeant, a pretty nice guy as long as you did as you were told, walked inside the barracks, and knocked on the soldier's door. He calmly reminded them that they need to get out for role. The two men inside said something along the lines of "F*ck off", locked the door, and turned their music up louder. The Sergeant stared at the door for a second then said to his aid,
"Get me an ax."
The aid did so, and the Sergeant promptly began hacking down the door. Even down on the parade ground, the other soldiers could hear the hacking, and the terrified screams of the soldiers inside. Soon, they heard a new sound. The Sergeant was beating them with their own rifles, and the soldiers were soon in formation, sniffling and bruised.
Army TalesTales told by my father.
My dad and his partner were told that, for an exercise, they needed to stop an armored column from crossing a shallow part of a river. They thought for a while, then this thought occurred.
"Hey, we've got a 55 gallon drum full of powdered tear gas. How about we use that?"
The plan was simple. Pour the tear gas into the dirt road leading to the river bank. when the vehicles in the front drove through, they would kick up the tear gas for the vehicles behind them. The poor guys following would be in no shape to move on for a while, thus accomplishing my father's mission. They did just that, then retreated to a hill on the opposite side of the river, and watched with binoculars.
They soon saw a vehicle approaching, but it was still several hours before the convoy should arrive. When they got a good look at the vehicle, they realized it was their commander and his driver, in a jeep with no top.
With a sense of dread they watched as the jeep drove for a little while,
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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