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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Oligo @ Feb. 13 2002,13:36)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">I served in a heavy mortar company in the FDF (Finnish Defense Force). Eventually made it to PFC (we call it corporal), although I have no idea why they promoted me. Â I got to shoot Sako RK 62 7.62mm and LMG. Mainly though I shot a bunch of rounds with the 88mm light mortar and a shitload with the 120mm heavy mortar. Also got to toss live handgrenades and blow up loads of TNT, plastique and frost penetration charges. Man, once I forgot my earmuffs as we were lobbing 120mm grenades with maximum charge. The sound was so loud, I didn't actually much hear it. Funny.<span id='postcolor'> Try to contact Pete on this forum, I thought he did exactly the same in the finnish army.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (slowyconection @ Feb. 13 2002,16:32)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Im from Brazil(thas explain the high ping)and almost evry sunday somethin bout these "jungle warriors" was on TV and ,to say the truth, i feel like embaressed, only playin with these animals and passin through a river on a rope, only to prevent animal trafic,jus this. The only nice thing showed bout these soldiers, were their fancy FN-FAL, but plz look at that Caating camo! This is no Saara,my friend...<span id='postcolor'> I do not understand what you're trying to say. a) You find them a bunch of wussies playing with animals b) They're capable of more but they like to play with animals c) They're the toughest mean lean fighting machine elite SOF unit in the world. Please clarify?

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Damage Inc @ Feb. 13 2002,15:55)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">I voted for something worse.<span id='postcolor'> In all earnest the prosecutor is going to have many problems linking him personally to the crimes he's indicted for. I just hope he gets what he deserves.

Title: MLRS joy-riding When I was serving in the artillery I had to learn to use most of the equipment available to us. The idea was that everyone was multifunctional in our unit and always could use the equipment left by the enemy or friendly troops. So actually I learned to use the M109, M110 and some other howitzers. We also had to learn to use the MLRS system. So one day we had a night exercise with the MLRS and I was 2IC on a MLRS. The training grounds were opposite to our barracks so we only had to cross a main civilian road once before we were on the fields. As it was in the middle of the night, the driver of the MLRS asked me if I wish to see the performance of the system on a flat road. He said that he would just drive some 500m down the road and after that he would bend into the training field. So because nobody was on the road and frankly I liked to see its performance I ok'd the manouvre. So the driver turns the MLRS on the road and starts to accelerate. The vehicle was really driving, I think we did around 60 km/h. But when he wanted to go off the road into the fields he saw that his way was obstructed by some roadworks. So he turned to me, smiled and said I'm afraid that we have to do another kilometer on the road before we can turn. Actually I believed the cunt, soon after I found out that a MLRS can turn on a dime, Â so there we went on full speed. After some 500m we saw blue flaslights in our side mirrors. Goddamn military police stopped us and threw us in jail because they thought we were drunk and had stole the vehicle. After an hour our CO came, got us out of jail and told the MP some bullshit story why we were driving where we were. Actually the MP bought it and we were free again. Needless to say that we received a nice bullocking from our CO but after that everything was cool again.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Monkey Lib Front @ Feb. 13 2002,01:25)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">EXAMPLE L24A-Opflashpoint Forum Member </span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">So there I was, standing in my long-johns with a fully-loaded and cocked minimi in my hands feeling a complete idiot. <span id='postcolor'> </span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">So there I was, standing in my long-johns with a fully-loaded cock in my hands feeling a complete idiot. <span id='postcolor'><span id='postcolor'> LOLOLOLOL LMAO But you better start running when I'm standing in my long johns with a fully-loaded cock in my hands

Title: Female truck drivers After spending some two weeks in the sand on a training ground in The Netherlands we were eager to get home. So at the last day we packed all our gear and waited for the personnel truck which was sent to our unit in the field to bring us back to our barracks. So after an hour of waiting the truck finally came and it turned out that it had a female truck driver. Everyone in my unit was already saying: "Oh no, not a female truck driver" because they tend to drive very slow with a big truck and we were in a hurry to get back to our barracks because the Dutch soccer team played a match that evening and we al wanted to watch that in our batteries bar. So we already thought that our chances of seeing the match were gone. So we got in the back of the truck, our sergeant in the front, and crawling into our green maggots for the probably two hour back journey to our barracks. But once we were driving we were very pleased to notice that this girl was not a typical female truck driver. She was really putting her foot down and we were doing some 60 km/h in the field and some 100 when we were back on the main road. Everybody was smiling in the back of the truck because we couldn't believe the spell of luck we just encountered. After 45 minutes of driving the girl stopped the truck for a obligatory piss-break, a couple of the lads went pissing and the other guys went to the front of the truck to compliment the girl on her driving style. She was shy and was very chuffed by the things we said. We even invited her to come see the match with us in our bar. So after ten minutes we were driving again for the last stretch at least doing 100 km/h. Then in an instant we were all catapulted forward as the truck did emergency braking procedure. As all the guys were laying in their green maggots no one could brace themselves and we were all piled up on each other against  the front of the loading room. There were surely some injuries but we were more afraid for the reason she had to brake. We just hoped that no one was hit in front of the truck. So a couple of us went out of the truck to see what happened. They saw our sergeant bullocking away at the girl, the girl was crying. What happened: She obviously made an emergency stop at 100 km/h for a fluffy bunny which tried to cross the road before the oncoming truck. Result: One guy with two broken ribs, One guy with a broken wrist and one with a broken underarm. The rest had more or less severe bruising. You can't imagine how happy we were. In the end the sergeant had to protect the girl because some of us in the back were planning to get girl from the front and tie her to a tree in the woods and go on without her. So, girls even can be great drivers (how impossible it even sounds), but when fluffy animals are put in the equation you're always fucked.

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</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (second_draw @ Feb. 12 2002,23:07)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Wasn't the laser thing in goldenfinger? I know my bonds!<span id='postcolor'> Yup you're right. But the title wouldn't fit to the topic in the magazine from where I scanned this image. For Hamster. It was Maxim Men's magazine, so not for rodents!

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (ran @ Feb. 12 2002,23:04)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">ahh i loved a view to a kill with timothy dalton as james bond , the song by duran duran .......... my favourite james bond<span id='postcolor'> Just because large part of it was filmed in paris, you, you chauvenistic frenchman

To prevent this thread going off-topic, here another good story. Title: Thank god, it still works When we went on exercise abroad we were regularly training with foreign forces. One thing we always tried to do was swap our rations for foreign ones. The dutch rations are probably the most disgusting ones on this planet (except for the finnish "canned loof" and the isreali tinned cow-organs perhaps). So when we met some foreign units we tried to swap their rations for ours. This ofcourse only worked when the guys in the foreign unit never had dutch rations before, otherwise you were outta luck. So one day my unit was training in France together with french artillery. So, maybe you don't know, but the french rations are excellent. They actually try to convert the french cuisine into a little ration, and honestly they do a pretty damn well job on that. They have meals like Duck l'orange, cannoli or lentilles avec sausages (forgive me my french spelling) in their rations. So for this exercise I had a new conscript attached to me which I had to learn some basic artillery skills. So I said to him, most important thing to do on a exercise abroad is try to swap your rations. As the guy already knew the dutch rations from the initial army training he had, he quickly agreed with me. So we went to some french guys and asked if they were interested in swapping some french rations for dutch ones. As they probably never tasted dutch rations, they were eager to swap a couple. So that evening my unit had a pretty good meal. Next day was a rest day so I thought lets socialise a little with those french guys, as they had a pretty nice stock of stella artois and our stock of heineken was already exhausted after the 3rd day in the field. So I took the new guy with me and told him we were going to socialise with some french soldiers. So after a while we met the same guys with whom we swapped our rations last evening, they invited us for a beer and of course we couldn't refuse. So in their unit tent we had a nice conversation on army life sipping on a can of stella. Then the new guy asked a french guy why they were so eager to swap their rations with our dutch ones. The french soldier clearly noted that my student was a very green soldier and must have thought to pull his leg a little. So he said to the guy: Listen, there is something you don't know about french rations. Besides that they are pretty good, they also add camphor to the food to keep your dick down in the field and prevent you from jumping your mate. He also said the one ration contained enough camphor to keep your dick down for some 4 days. My student looked at the french soldier in awe and with big round eyes he said to him. You must be joking, right? The french soldier said, Nope, why would we otherwise swap our superior rations with your dutch cow-food. My student stood up and walked to his own tent in the dutch compound. Meanwhile the french soldier and I were laughing our butts off. But, you never believe this. After 10 minutes my student returns to the tent and said to the french soldier, you were lying, I've checked it I think I was laughing for another hour after that remark.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (madmike @ Feb. 12 2002,00:08)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">when the idian army went to bosnia they all had to be issued with driving lisences becuase they had to have them becuase NATO? said. The idians then quikly designed them and issued them. Hey L42A, when were you in Bosnia? have you been there just the once? It looks like 1995<span id='postcolor'> I've been twice to bosnia. Once in '93 under the flag of unprofor where I was training in sarajevo for human target with my blue helmet on and the shitty ROE which existed then. And once in '95 as part of the RRF which went under NATO flag. The bosnia stories in this thread are from this rotation.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">They look more like a bunch of park rangers to me looking after the well being of animals and also equipped with some overkill weaponry to scare of poachers <span id='postcolor'> Hey ass hole " Soldier ", these guys traine special forces from all over the world include us marines and us rangers, they are trained for Jungle fighting and how to survive in jungle area...with and without rifle or anoter kind of fire weapon, not your regular suck fight as a regular soldier, these animals are animals that were captured by hunters, and these guys, re-captred him, and they are been prepared to get back in their place in the amazon florest... btw this ounce have already back to this habitat... Once again you are nothing more than a idiot regualar soldier from a country with a lot of idiots like you.. that don't know any thing,,, probally you even don't know were Brazil is... .......... <span id='postcolor'> Get off your high horse commando! Don't you understand a little humor? BTW I do know where brasil is, it's between japan and china in the japanese sea. Like someone already said. French foreign legion are widely recognized as the best jungle warfare unit in the world. So get off your horse, as to me you're just some wannabe-commando who posted some pictures to let us believe  how tough the soldiers in your country are. Big deal and grow-up. We already had those stupid "the seals are better than sas threads and vice versa" so start posting something sensible. BTW Why did you change your name from Kasatka to Chernaya Akula? Does "red shark" sound cooler? Or do you want me to believe that akula is some member of this brasilian sof unit, as he speaks in his reply like he is, and point out that I'm just a simple soldier? Grow up man, you have to get out early from your bed to fool me. To me you're just some 15 year old boy who wants to be someone. We had enough of those on this forum.

Prime minister Sharon of Israel doesn't have any hopes left on a meaningful round of negotiations with Arafat. Sharon is looking for pragmatic palestinian regional leaders and regrets the fact that he didn't ordered Arafat killed some twenty years ago in Libanon. At the moment Israel is holding Arafat de facto captive in Ramallah. And the worst a political leader as Arafat can happen is being called irrelevant, which sharon did some time ago. The US government, visited by Sharon a couple of days ago to plead them into dropping Arafat also, doesn't agree with Sharon. However that Bush promised to keep the pressure on Arafat he refused to break all contacts with the palestinian leader. That is a good move, however a little pressure on Sharon to do the same wouldn't be unbecoming. Because how wise is it for Israel to drop Arafat completely as the palestinian leader and to undermine his authority? Arafat may not be the best leader and a capricious negotiator, but he is still for the majority of the palestinian people the most appealing leader, who is also recognized internationally as such. Arafat symbolizes the palestinian people. Besides: Israel has no word in that. Only the palestinian people  can decide who should take the leadership over them. When Arafat is written off and changed for a leader which is acceptable for Sharon, will this leader not be accepted by the palestinian people just for the reason that he's acceptable for Israel. When Israel sees an oppertunity to push Arafat aside the chance is big that majority of the palestinian people will choose the side of the leaders from the radical palestinian militias or even the palestinian terror movements, who probably will be unacceptable for Israeli standards. Certain is however that these militias and movements will never agree with peace process dictated by Sharon. In that case a quick halt to all the violence won't be an option, not to speak of a possible recovery of the peace process. Disclaimer This post solely embraces the opinion of the writer and is not based on knowledge of all facts. It is also biased by my view on the events in the middle-east.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Die Alive @ Feb. 11 2002,16:10)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"> What weapon is this? -=Die Alive=-<span id='postcolor'> looks like a home-made 15th century cross-bow or something. Or maybe a tranquilizer dart to soothen the big baboon in front of him.

They look more like a bunch of park rangers to me looking after the well being of animals and also equipped with some overkill weaponry to scare of poachers

All you guys who can get BBC1 watch it. on 23:15 CET or 22:15 british time on BBC1 panorama. http://www.bbc.co.uk/cgi-per....8321_45

Title: Target!?, which Target? or whad'ya mean you've recced it? As you probably already guessed from some other posts I made my unit was in Bosnia to guide friendly fire on unfriendly targets. So one day my CO told me to get 3 guys which I wanted to take into serbian held territory. I asked him what the mission was and he told me that we were going to guide fire from the british Highland Gunners (19th Reg, RA) 105mm light guns unto serbian mortar positions in a valley near to Hadzici. The attack should commence half an hour after first light which was around 6:45 in the morning. So I was thrilled my first self-led mission into serbian territory. I had to plan it, find the right people and be responsible for the execution of it. My CO told me that in the afternoon I would be visited by two guys from a recce unit who had found an ideal place for my unit from where to execute the mission. So when I left the CO's tent I was chuffed and feeling pretty important. I assembled my team, all guys who I trusted with my life and my girlfriend . We assembled our gear, the LE7 laser range finder, the rockwell GPS, the new thomson FM90 radio with advanced burst transmission and camouflage equipment. As we were going in by foot everything had to be carried in our bergens and thus couldn't be too heavy. I ordered the long-range gunner in my group to take the barret with him as I wanted also long range capability in the event things went pearshaped. He wasn't to pleased because the ammo and the rifle itself aren't the lightest in the dutch inventory. So in the afternoon our group was briefed by a guy from the recce unit who showed us pictures of our LUP and a picture from the position were we should be able to direct fire from. It all looked perfect to us. For once we had a position already scouted out for us, great. The recce-guy told us that they visited it yesterday at 17:00 hours and everything looked fine to them. The position was on 1200 meter high hill outlooking the valley. As a LUP we had a position some 25 meters down behind some big rocks which would shield our IR signature and in the need of emergency provide some good cover. So that night we geared up and we we're brought with a jeep to the edge of the serbian held territory. From there we had some 3 kilometers to walk to our LUP. I had programmed the waypoints in the GPS, so we took the shortest road. The walk through serbian territory was pretty uneventful, thank god, and after some hour of walking we reached our LUP. We had some 4 hours still to go before 19th Regiment would spark some life into their light guns. I ordered the radio to be set-up and to perform a radiocheck with 0C (19th regiment comm. center). When everything was checked I told everyone to get some rest but to keep your eyes open all time. So the time passed slowly and at 6:15 I decided to have a look at the position from where we would direct the fire some 25 meters above me. So I crawled away from the rock and slowly made my way to the edge of our position. I soon came down, swearing and ordered the fucking radio: "Hello 0C, this is ground callsign F24A, aborting mission, out" My mates looked in awe to me and asked me if I was still sane. I told them to have a look from our supposedly perfect position above and that they don't have to be afraid to be spotted by the enemy doing so. What the recce-guys clearly forgot was that the situation in a morning in a valley can be completely different than in a afternoon. They checked the position in the afternoon at 17:00. This is what I was greeted to when I crawled up to our position in the early morning. Ready to guide fire on some targets.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Hey L24A, there is a question that always kept me thinking.. Since you are dutch I suppose we can easily compare it to German /swiss standards. my question is the following: No doubt all of us once dreamed of becoming a soldier, however there are factors that need to be taken into consideration before taking such a professional choice. Do you think, or have you ever forcasted how well you be able to finance your living through a career in the military? I am asking that question because in contrast to some US soldiers most of us Europeans have a very good educational platform (I guess you got something like Abitur, right?), in contrast to many of them we do not choose the military because we dont find anything else. Therefore I am convinced that you could have chose other professions, now what made you so sure about that you will be able to finance your desired Life-quality through a career in your army? Did they promise you a certain career path or...? Or did you just decide: Thats What I wanna do, no matter what it means to me in my civil-life. (Okay maybe I am just dump and you are only doing your obligatory military service)<span id='postcolor'> I'm a chemical engineer. Rest assure that my parents didn't pay for my education to see me throw it all away in the military. After I left university I still had to do obligatory service. But I had enough of studying and wanted to do something exciting now. So I signed for an initial voluntary period of 4 years with the dutch army. The pay was much better and volunteers got a choice in what unit they wanted to be placed. They've asked me if I was interested in becoming an officer. which meant 4 years of military academy. But I made them clear that I didn't want a career in the army. Basically the pay wasn't too bad. Standard salary for me in the rank of corporal was something like 1270 euro clean, but it was often augmented by exercise pay which in all was quite nice. When I was under the UN-flag abroad I got something like 2500 euro clean a month. I have no kids and was (still am btw) living with my girlfriend who also has a job as a virologist. So money was not really the problem. After the initial 4 years I signed for another 4, but I had to promise my girlfriend that after that I had to find me a proper job. So now I'm working as a chemical project engineer with a big belgian glass factory. But I missed the army a littlebit so I'm a Sergeant in the national-reserve army for two years now (the only pay you expenses). Twice a month we train in shooting and field work, that way I can still play around a little without my girlfriend minding me doing so. I guess I still have a long way to mental adultness.

Not a stupid story, but just some insight in dutch Royal Artillery traditions Title: I've got promoted and was sick of it On a day during an exercise in Norway the CO called me to his office and told me that I was already a corporal for 4 years now and that I was a very capable group-commander and he was promoting me to Corporal First Class. That evening in the our temporary unit-pub (We always took our mobile pub-unit with us on exercise when we were based on a foreign military camp) he would give me my stripes in the traditional artillery manner. I said: Oh God No. My CO asked me then if I wasn't interested in my promotion and I hastily replied that I saw it as an honour. (In the dutch army you get promoted by merit rather than by serving years). So that evening my whole unit gathered in unit-pub to watch me get promoted and to have a good laugh. Thank god some other poor-soul from my unit got promoted to corporal so I wasn't alone. OK here's the tradition. First you have to take off your boots and put your new stripes in it at the bottom. Then they fill your boot with beer to the top (some 3 liters). And as you probably already guessed you have to drink all the beer from your boot and catch the stripes with your teeth. Only then will the Captain put the stripes on your shoulder. After drinking the boot I was having a very hard time keeping everything inside me, I was sick for a day and my boots were a perfect feeding ground for growing mushrooms after that. Here some pictures from the ordeal. And here my hard earned stripes

Title: There are muslims running around our tent! When we first arrived on Mt. Igman we had to set up a little base camp for a week because our main base camp had still be cleared in the woods on Igman. During that week we had to provide our own security because the french foreign legion had still to come up the mountain. So the first night in the base camp we all went to sleep. After some time my mate wakes me up and whispers:"Hey Pete, I think someone is walking around our tent, I can hear it". So I listened also and I heard something that resembled footsteps on a stoney ground. We got warned by our CO the day before that it was common for muslim soldiers to come inside UN camps to steal fuel. So I jumped out of my green maggot, cocked my minimi (M249 SAW for you americans), put the PNVS on it, and came charging out the tent in my underwear determined to face this stealing son of a bitch. Outside I saw nothing and didn't hear the sound of footsteps anymore. So I went to the guy from my group who was guarding our camp and asked him why he didn't see anything, cause there was someone walking around our tent. So the guy said that there was nobody walking around our tent and he was here all alone. Still thinking that he was not paying attention enough, I told him to keep his eyes open and I returned to the tent with my mate. After half an hour again that sound, I again jumped from my green maggot, cocked the minimi and sprinted outwards to put some lead in this obviously thick-skulled muslim. Again the muslim(s) were too quick for me and probably already fled into the woods. This time I was really pissed off at the guy who was keeping guard. So I went to him and said:"Listen I don't know why you've joined the army, but if you even can't see that someone is in our camp, despite having PNVGs you're a fucking wanker" So I told him to quit smoking and start paying fucking attention before I reported him to my CO. This guy now became equally pissed off on me and told me to Fuck Off as there was nobody in the camp according to him. So anrgy I went back to my tent. Just when I entered my tent I heard the sound again and this time I was able to determine position where the sound came from. You're never going to believe this, but I swear it is true: It was my adjutant gnashing his teeth during sleep It exactly resembled te sound of someone walking on a stoney ground outside. So there I was, standing in my long-johns with a fully-loaded and cocked minimi in my hands feeling a complete idiot. Next day I told everyone the story and we had a good laugh. I apologised to the guy who had guard duty last night and bought him a crate of heineken. There were no hard feelings anymore after that. I still feel stupid as I tell you all this story. Me and my trusted minimi, this time not in my long-johns, I'm sorry.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Hilandor @ Feb. 11 2002,10:35)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">indeed kingbeast  the documentary  sure did show the failings of the MOD, i for one think that bravo20  did everything they could   they engaged in a firefight they had no chance of winning  they tabbed half the night thru one of the worst winters seen in 50 years in iraq  unofortunetly  the squad was split up  but thru no ones fault. This wasnt heroism or nowt it was pure survival for them, like said in the documentary, "when ur in a situation like this , the saftey net ( helicopter extraction) is there so ur not stranded,  and it didnt turn up although the radio signals were received.  No one can be blamed either for the death of their fellow squad member, survival is paramount imo. Good thing tho is that there is now another book  by the regimental seargant major  which should also be a decent read.  Im off to bookstore  right now =]]<span id='postcolor'> I'm afraid that the book written by Ratcliffe (Regimental SM) is more soothing and tries to cover up some of the cock-ups made by the regiment during the B20 mission. It is very suspicious that his book got the green light from the MOD and Coburn have to fight the MOD in court. I say, something stinks. In the documentary also Ratcliffe had for every probing question a defending answer which to my liking was a little bit to obvious in certain cases. Ratcliffe is undoubtly protecting the regiment in the documentary by covering up the faults they made. I'm afraid he'll do the same in his book, as it had the green light from the MOD, which makes it for me harder to read with an open mind.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Wobble @ Feb. 10 2002,22:51)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">your avatar makes me miss my squirrel... Â lets talk about aborting babies when the parent finds out its going to be a dwarf.<span id='postcolor'> I guess you used your squirrel for target practice because you thought it was empty

ahhhh, bollocks just close the damn thread as she's already more than 24 hours death by now. Old News.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote (Wobble @ Feb. 10 2002,19:28)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">not a military story.. but when i first got my AR I shot a can of spraypaint I though was empty from about 20 feet away and i got a nice blast of smurf blue all over me and the gun.. took me several hours to clean all of it off the gun. Â it was wierd it literally exploded.. it was like a frag or something.. but it stayed in one piece.. just kinda turned inside out.. oh and one time I shot a coleman lantern cannister from about 100m away and the boom could probably be heard for many miles.. those things are great.. but expensive.. I decided to shoot this one because it was leaky and old.. and I thought it was empty (why do I keep thinking things are empty).. oh.. and probably the best story:.. and the dumbest.. me and my gf went out to a small creek to do a little shooting, sh had just got her .38 and wanted to be destructive.. so I founf this odd small can that had been rolling around in the bed of my truck for many weeks.. I couldent remember what it was and all the paint was practically rubbed off from sliding around back there.. it was *almost* empty.. anywho we started plinking at it from about 30 feet away about the 5th shot I hit it and it poofed into a nice red cloud.. and blew all over me... at that moment I realized what it was.. when my gf was a car-hop at sonic she carried it for safty. it was pepper spray.. that really sucked, I couldent even drive home.. though my GF had a hoot with the 4wd (she had little pissy car at time).. I dont know how she managed to avoid it.. she got a little on her arm and that was it.. Â oh well.. there are lots of Wobble being a dumbass stories.. but they are not military related so I will spare ya.<span id='postcolor'> I have an 50 liter ButaGaz container in my shed which I think is empty. You can have it for target practice