I was to finally write something about my time in Berlin. Unfortunately, I remembered nothing at all interesting, so I typed something then have what I call new-artistic style of writing. The client for this post (Prophet) was unfortunately not at all satisfied with this work and I am glad now to submit a story to that has geschwurbelt from the depths of my brain to the top:
So, this must be so in Spring 2000 was be. I was just a corporal and am over 10 ton freight train driver had worked.
The mighty MAN mil 10-ton One day decided from now probably something like a general of his comfortable headquarters, it probably again at the time was a small, one-week exercise to put on.
had given to our 10 ton trucks (2 man per vehicle) drive from our base in Hermeskeil the military training area in Baumholder, which also was not a problem.
Once there was then probably our platoon leader on the wonderful idea that we do a much better impression if the passenger das MG3 auf die Dachlafette packt und während der gesamten Fahrt die Umgebung sondiert.
Ich hab dann mit meinem Beifahrer, dem OG Köhler, Schnick-Schnack-Schnuck gespielt, wer ans MG muss und wer fahren darf. Im Schnick-Schnack-Schnuck bin ich zum Glück unschlagbar, von daher durfte ich also fahren. Für ein paar Kilometer ging das ganze gut. Doch dann merkte man, dass Bundeswehrfahrzeuge nun nicht gerade neu sind. Kurzum, die Lafette ist vom Dach abgebrochen und OG Köhler sah sich nun in der Leicht verzweifelten Situation, während der gesamten Fahrt ein 12,5 kg MG nebst 5 kg Lafette davon abzuhalten sich von unserem Dach und in die Büsche zu verabschieden.
Was also tun? Am besten dem Zugführer Bescheid Giving that you have a technical problem and should stop the column, so that we can store the gun somewhere. That was the time at which I noticed for the first time that our trucks are not equipped with a radio, which would be in this situation really was an advantage.
arose out yet that we were the last on the trek. If we had stopped, then we would have lost the other and we had not even had NEN plan where we go really.
The only way I could think of was to Morse code, with the main beam all the time SOS, in the hope that it sees one. Of course, was not the case.
OG Koehler had to have about 10 more Hold miles that fucking gun and was after that I think happy that his arms have not fallen off! (Maybe he would have been happy if they had dropped him).
were at our destination, we also take our first sergeant to first the job in a nearby Instant-setting, so that we can weld the mount again.
He then ne us directions there given, we were trying to remember. So let's get rid of. This time was allowed to drive Kohler.
some point we will then hold a camp and see that it is the amino Bauholder camp. And we, young and naive to think that our troops, perhaps because maintenance is inside. We therefore there
ans Tor gefahren und dem schwarzen G.I. dort sowas erklärt wie: "Öh, we are from the Bundeswehr and we are searching our Instandsetzung. Can you please let us in?"
Und er ließ uns rein! (Ok, es war vor dem 11.09.01 (Übrigens der Geburtstag meiner Mama), aber trotzdem). Wir sind dann also dort im Lager rumgekurvt, haben aber die Scheiß-Inst. nicht gefunden, was vielleicht dran lag, dass wir natürlich im falschen Lager waren, was wir aber nicht wussten.
Nachdem wir eine Stunde dort rumgefahren sind und uns auch diverse Seargents und Corporals nicht weiterhelfen konnten, sind wir zum etwa 20. Mal durch einen Kreisel in der Mitte des Lagers gefahren. Der hatte eine wunderbare Besonderheit, denn in the middle of the roundabout was an approximately 1 meter high concrete cylinder that had the same outer diameter as the inside diameter of the top.
And I should tell you something? If you go too tight through this roundabout and then the concrete edge of the cylinder is the same slit in the right height for a 10 ton truck tires! First, we have
even notice anything, but at some point we heard a hissing sound and also noted that the vehicle tends to the left.
So we are in the middle of the Ami-camp and begin to change the tire. Strictly according to manual of course, because we had no idea how to do such a thing! That such a muck-tire was almost 100 kg is still the slightest problem. The bigger problem was the constantly by jogging be Americans who laughed at us, just as our comrades from the army who came looking for us at some point because we were gone for 5 hours.
in the repair, we are finally has arrived and we got our mount welded yet. but not that day.
The only thing that has surprised me in the campaign, however, really was that we had not even write ne loss report for the damaged tires.
had given to our 10 ton trucks (2 man per vehicle) drive from our base in Hermeskeil the military training area in Baumholder, which also was not a problem.
Once there was then probably our platoon leader on the wonderful idea that we do a much better impression if the passenger das MG3 auf die Dachlafette packt und während der gesamten Fahrt die Umgebung sondiert.
Ich hab dann mit meinem Beifahrer, dem OG Köhler, Schnick-Schnack-Schnuck gespielt, wer ans MG muss und wer fahren darf. Im Schnick-Schnack-Schnuck bin ich zum Glück unschlagbar, von daher durfte ich also fahren. Für ein paar Kilometer ging das ganze gut. Doch dann merkte man, dass Bundeswehrfahrzeuge nun nicht gerade neu sind. Kurzum, die Lafette ist vom Dach abgebrochen und OG Köhler sah sich nun in der Leicht verzweifelten Situation, während der gesamten Fahrt ein 12,5 kg MG nebst 5 kg Lafette davon abzuhalten sich von unserem Dach und in die Büsche zu verabschieden.
Was also tun? Am besten dem Zugführer Bescheid Giving that you have a technical problem and should stop the column, so that we can store the gun somewhere. That was the time at which I noticed for the first time that our trucks are not equipped with a radio, which would be in this situation really was an advantage.
arose out yet that we were the last on the trek. If we had stopped, then we would have lost the other and we had not even had NEN plan where we go really.
The only way I could think of was to Morse code, with the main beam all the time SOS, in the hope that it sees one. Of course, was not the case.
OG Koehler had to have about 10 more Hold miles that fucking gun and was after that I think happy that his arms have not fallen off! (Maybe he would have been happy if they had dropped him).
were at our destination, we also take our first sergeant to first the job in a nearby Instant-setting, so that we can weld the mount again.
He then ne us directions there given, we were trying to remember. So let's get rid of. This time was allowed to drive Kohler.
some point we will then hold a camp and see that it is the amino Bauholder camp. And we, young and naive to think that our troops, perhaps because maintenance is inside. We therefore there
ans Tor gefahren und dem schwarzen G.I. dort sowas erklärt wie: "Öh, we are from the Bundeswehr and we are searching our Instandsetzung. Can you please let us in?"
Und er ließ uns rein! (Ok, es war vor dem 11.09.01 (Übrigens der Geburtstag meiner Mama), aber trotzdem). Wir sind dann also dort im Lager rumgekurvt, haben aber die Scheiß-Inst. nicht gefunden, was vielleicht dran lag, dass wir natürlich im falschen Lager waren, was wir aber nicht wussten.
Nachdem wir eine Stunde dort rumgefahren sind und uns auch diverse Seargents und Corporals nicht weiterhelfen konnten, sind wir zum etwa 20. Mal durch einen Kreisel in der Mitte des Lagers gefahren. Der hatte eine wunderbare Besonderheit, denn in the middle of the roundabout was an approximately 1 meter high concrete cylinder that had the same outer diameter as the inside diameter of the top.
And I should tell you something? If you go too tight through this roundabout and then the concrete edge of the cylinder is the same slit in the right height for a 10 ton truck tires! First, we have
even notice anything, but at some point we heard a hissing sound and also noted that the vehicle tends to the left.
So we are in the middle of the Ami-camp and begin to change the tire. Strictly according to manual of course, because we had no idea how to do such a thing! That such a muck-tire was almost 100 kg is still the slightest problem. The bigger problem was the constantly by jogging be Americans who laughed at us, just as our comrades from the army who came looking for us at some point because we were gone for 5 hours.
in the repair, we are finally has arrived and we got our mount welded yet. but not that day.
The only thing that has surprised me in the campaign, however, really was that we had not even write ne loss report for the damaged tires.
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