'd drink one right now, and then do it again. His tank was the one that used the drive-thru window, and I'm 90% sure he was at least slightly intoxicated at the time. We preferred him that way, his accent was easier to understand drunk.
@MonarchiiwithastolenMG Read this on reddit and thought it was funny.
@Yish42 too because why not it's from your province.
"I once watched a tank driven by a likely drunk Quebecois drive straight through a building with people inside while blasting Painkiller.
We couldn't go on joint patrols with the Canucks, because that meant the request had to go back to SOTF-S, up to CJSOTF-A, then over to ISAF, down through all of the Canadians' abbreviations and acronyms, then back up and down the other way, and CJSOTF didn't feel like bothering with all that so we never got joint patrols with the Canadian tankers.
Nobody said anything about QRF, though.
No shit, there I was, Panjwai, 2011. We had been pinned down in a drainage ditch by machine gun fire from a farmhouse, a sentence which describes a sizeable portion of my time in Afghanistan. We radioed for ordnance, higher said no. Someone would have to get rid of the machine guns the old-fashioned way, but as one of us had already been hit we figured it'd best be someone they weren't already shooting at. So we called for QRF.
About a minute later our senior Echo said QRF was ten minutes out. I had no idea who was responding because I did not have a funny green hat which meant I had the luxury of not being in charge. What I did know was that someone nearby was playing Judas Priest and it was getting louder.
Couldn't be the Stryker company, I thought. Their First Sergeant would never let them do fun things like listen to Judas Priest, or leave the wire. Stingy prick. It was then that the music got extremely loud, the machine guns got extremely quiet, and the farmhouse suddenly became a large cloud of dirt with a Leopard 2 in front of it.
The platoon commander explained that his first thought was to shoot at the building, but we were too close and he didn't want to hit us, for which I was rather grateful. He also didn't want to maneuver around to our side of the building, as that might motivate the Taliban forces inside to fire off an RPG which would make his day a lot longer than he wanted it to be. The solution, then, was obvious:
Traverse the turret to six o'clock to avoid bending the gun tube, put the pedal (or whatever a tank's got, I don't know, I was an intel weenie) to the metal, and full fuckin' send it.
And send it he did. Surprisingly, nobody died, and we had about seven EPW to take care of. I say he was likely drunk because their platoon commander liked a finger of whiskey now and again, in that he
@OrangeConnor2 Will do.
Tell that Axeld*ck to taste Shadow.
@OrangeConnor2 Nice
... Fine.
@OrangeConnor2 It'll be funny
Why?
@OrangeConnor2 Upvote bomb DatTrainAndCarGuy19.
Pls
@Yish42 Yeah I'm with Grain on this one.
That explains so much.
@Guywhobuildsstuff What
@Yish42 Suddenly it all makes sense now
@Graingy you can make alcohol with almost everything that has sugar,you just have to use the right bacteria
@Yish42 So this is just a general Quebec thing?
I wonder if you can ferment maple syrup?
@Graingy i wasn't even drunk and i once crashed a four-wheeler
When i opened my eyes,the four-wheeler was upside-down on me
@Graingy fair enough
@MonarchiiwithastolenMG I'll probably forget.
@Graingy shame, well, give me more if you found any
@MonarchiiwithastolenMG Nah I just saw that one sorry
I quite like those kind of stories
@Graingy gimme more if you have any good ones
@MonarchiiwithastolenMG Fly high you glorious Quebecois bastard.
@Graingy poggers story, im putting it in my bio
'd drink one right now, and then do it again. His tank was the one that used the drive-thru window, and I'm 90% sure he was at least slightly intoxicated at the time. We preferred him that way, his accent was easier to understand drunk.
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@MonarchiiwithastolenMG Read this on reddit and thought it was funny.
@Yish42 too because why not it's from your province.
"I once watched a tank driven by a likely drunk Quebecois drive straight through a building with people inside while blasting Painkiller.
We couldn't go on joint patrols with the Canucks, because that meant the request had to go back to SOTF-S, up to CJSOTF-A, then over to ISAF, down through all of the Canadians' abbreviations and acronyms, then back up and down the other way, and CJSOTF didn't feel like bothering with all that so we never got joint patrols with the Canadian tankers.
Nobody said anything about QRF, though.
No shit, there I was, Panjwai, 2011. We had been pinned down in a drainage ditch by machine gun fire from a farmhouse, a sentence which describes a sizeable portion of my time in Afghanistan. We radioed for ordnance, higher said no. Someone would have to get rid of the machine guns the old-fashioned way, but as one of us had already been hit we figured it'd best be someone they weren't already shooting at. So we called for QRF.
About a minute later our senior Echo said QRF was ten minutes out. I had no idea who was responding because I did not have a funny green hat which meant I had the luxury of not being in charge. What I did know was that someone nearby was playing Judas Priest and it was getting louder.
Couldn't be the Stryker company, I thought. Their First Sergeant would never let them do fun things like listen to Judas Priest, or leave the wire. Stingy prick. It was then that the music got extremely loud, the machine guns got extremely quiet, and the farmhouse suddenly became a large cloud of dirt with a Leopard 2 in front of it.
The platoon commander explained that his first thought was to shoot at the building, but we were too close and he didn't want to hit us, for which I was rather grateful. He also didn't want to maneuver around to our side of the building, as that might motivate the Taliban forces inside to fire off an RPG which would make his day a lot longer than he wanted it to be. The solution, then, was obvious:
Traverse the turret to six o'clock to avoid bending the gun tube, put the pedal (or whatever a tank's got, I don't know, I was an intel weenie) to the metal, and full fuckin' send it.
And send it he did. Surprisingly, nobody died, and we had about seven EPW to take care of. I say he was likely drunk because their platoon commander liked a finger of whiskey now and again, in that he
@Graingy mid coupe
@MonarchiiwithastolenMG stroke midecub