This thread reminded me of the good-ol-days in the Army Reserve
We were heading to another unit in our M998 HMMWV (Humvees to civilians reading this ). This was to also give us more time behind the wheel in the behemoths. There were 5 vehicles in our little convoy. The mission was one of complete and utter doom for all involved (paperwork, lots and lots of Army paperwork, we were helping 150 soldier mobilize, each with packets of at least 20 pages. Doom befalls all who witness the sight)
Ye' US Army Guidelines for conducting military movement (in a non-war zone)
1) Thou shall set ye' speed to 5 mph Below the posted speed limit. This is to allow catch up if the convoy gets slightly separated. (most highways here are 65 mph, but the rule applies in towns too. F*** 10 mph zones.)
2) Thou shall place thine slowest vehicle up front to set the speed. Not all of our HMMWV's could do 60 mph, this meant top speed was now 55 mph. Oh good, you catch on quickly.
3) When driving through a village or town, thou shall not be closer than 50 meters. When driving on an open Highway, thou shall not be closer than 100 meters. (we use standard for speed, but metric for distance?!?)
So, not only do we go really slow, but we leave little room to pass. Even less room when the "no passing zone" lasts for 20+ miles.
When we did get to a stop sign, a woman pulled around our mighty convoy and blocked us from going (*read: high pitch female voice* In the cutest little car ever ).
She got out and chewed out the Convoy Commander something fierce, or it would have been, if the LT did not have such a board look on his face, and her car was not so tiny in comparison to our vehicles. Mostly, the rant was just funny . LT simply said, in a very polite way, to move or the police would be called.
Sadly, this threat worked, and we were back on our way to do paperwork at the other unit.
BONUS TIME:
At a Game store I frequent. A friend came in late, he told how he got stuck behind a convoy for 2 hrs. And how mad he was. "Why do they have to drive on public roads? bla bla" (and where else would we learn to drive? the moon?)
I laughed and retold this story to him and found great humor at his suffering.
As foretold by Prophecy, "We have no control over how fast we go. Also, we do not care. No seriously, the Army banned us from caring. Ya, too many hurt feelings. Weird, I know. "
We were heading to another unit in our M998 HMMWV (Humvees to civilians reading this ). This was to also give us more time behind the wheel in the behemoths. There were 5 vehicles in our little convoy. The mission was one of complete and utter doom for all involved (paperwork, lots and lots of Army paperwork, we were helping 150 soldier mobilize, each with packets of at least 20 pages. Doom befalls all who witness the sight)
Ye' US Army Guidelines for conducting military movement (in a non-war zone)
1) Thou shall set ye' speed to 5 mph Below the posted speed limit. This is to allow catch up if the convoy gets slightly separated. (most highways here are 65 mph, but the rule applies in towns too. F*** 10 mph zones.)
2) Thou shall place thine slowest vehicle up front to set the speed. Not all of our HMMWV's could do 60 mph, this meant top speed was now 55 mph. Oh good, you catch on quickly.
3) When driving through a village or town, thou shall not be closer than 50 meters. When driving on an open Highway, thou shall not be closer than 100 meters. (we use standard for speed, but metric for distance?!?)
So, not only do we go really slow, but we leave little room to pass. Even less room when the "no passing zone" lasts for 20+ miles.
When we did get to a stop sign, a woman pulled around our mighty convoy and blocked us from going (*read: high pitch female voice* In the cutest little car ever ).
She got out and chewed out the Convoy Commander something fierce, or it would have been, if the LT did not have such a board look on his face, and her car was not so tiny in comparison to our vehicles. Mostly, the rant was just funny . LT simply said, in a very polite way, to move or the police would be called.
Sadly, this threat worked, and we were back on our way to do paperwork at the other unit.
BONUS TIME:
At a Game store I frequent. A friend came in late, he told how he got stuck behind a convoy for 2 hrs. And how mad he was. "Why do they have to drive on public roads? bla bla" (and where else would we learn to drive? the moon?)
I laughed and retold this story to him and found great humor at his suffering.
As foretold by Prophecy, "We have no control over how fast we go. Also, we do not care. No seriously, the Army banned us from caring. Ya, too many hurt feelings. Weird, I know. "
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