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December 09, 2006

Survival Actions

Survival_manual If you are in a combat situation, find a place where you can conceal yourself from the enemy. Remember, security takes priority. Use your senses of hearing, smell, and sight to get a feel for the battlefield. What is the enemy doing? Advancing? Holding in place? Retreating? You will have to consider what is developing on the battlefield when you make your survival plan. From The U.S. Army Survival Manual FM 21-76

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On my days off, I would walk to the beach and watch the Sun come up through the blazing reds and oranges of all that gunpowder wafting eastward from Vietnam.

On the horizon, was the USS New Jersey. At least five miles offshore, to insure it could not be hit by Cong rockets or other fire.

The Jersey was over 1100' long and had a hull that was at least 18" of solid steel and nine 16" guns on turrets.

I'd sit there, with my back up against the sand, smoking a big fat opium soaked joint and watch it work.

The first thing that happened was a huge broadside blaze of fire, followed by gigantic smoke rings from all the barrels.

The next thing that happened was the scream of those rounds going overhead.

Then, the sound of the guns firing would reach my ears.

Then, there was a pause. A long pause.

And then those rounds hit.

35 miles inland. Each round weighing as much as a 1964 Mustang.

Although I couldn't see it from my vantage point, the New Jersey was yanked 210' sideways with a full broadside.

Later, I had occasion to actually be on the ship when it fired.

Imagine if you will, standing on such a enormnous expense of steel and having it jolt a football field sideways under your feet in a flash.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

It did that all day, every day for months and months.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

After I tired of the floor show, I'd grab my board and catch a few waves.

All the while, 1964 Mustangs were flying over my head.

You could throw several large houses in the craters those rounds made, Hanan.

The real estate market there kinda sucked back then.

It's booming now.

Posted by: Steel at Dec 9, 2006 8:02:57 PM

That's an amazing story, Steel.

Posted by: Hanan L at Dec 10, 2006 12:18:03 AM