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Hey, a fellow Red Leg, how about that? 13 Alpha 10. Ooo-ra!
I was cadre at a training battalion, '72/'73 at Sill. We used to run NCO Academy classes on night navigation courses right under Eight Inch fire. You could hear those ogives spinning up there like the End of Time. It could make you think about Eternity, you know?
I got so used to hearing the range exercises at night that I sometimes had trouble sleeping when all batteries shut down.
Seems like another world, now. I stopped at Sill in 2000 and there's nothing in the battery areas where you trained but sidewalks. The post is much different now. Almost no howitzers. No such thing as 8 inch or 175s any more.
Tamp 'er light, man.