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Me: No Sir, I did not Blow up the woods., nor did I set the forest on fire.
Im standing in my company commanders office with my Platoon Sergeant and the company NBC NCO.
Me: and it was a more a flaming mushroom cloud, not a really a 'Fireball'.
I had been perusing some FM, TM,
Army Trainer magazine or other official document and had run across something called M142 - Atomic Explosion Simulator. Ooooooooohhhhhhh&& IIRC, its a 55 gallon drum packed with explosives and something called a Sound Unit. It had a blast radius, as in no personnel allowed within, of like 1000ft. Ssssssswwwweeeeettttttt.
Fill out the appropriate forms and submit to the Brigade asst S-3- Training and Ammo, (another LT) "If you get this, I want to be there..."
Needless to say I did NOT get it. (I did get a good talking to from the S-3. Summed up as "Dont ever make me look stupid by asking for stupid sh!t like this again." We still needed something to simulate a NBC attack so we could do the whole Decon/MOPP Suit exchange exercise.
(Sidenote) The only times whole USAREUR MP Companies went to the field as a whole was for major exercises, due to the requirements of finding some other MP unit to backfill for the communitys Law Enforcement requirements, we normally did X/Y/Z training as individual platoons.
Anywho, taking my MP platoon to the field for a week, to do Dismounted Lanes Training. Tasks include things like React to Ambush, React to Indirect Fire, Setup a Hasty Ambush, Setup a Hasty Defense and of course React to NBC attack.
Now I always brought along slice elements a mechanic, cook, commo puke, and anyone else who could provide training or support the training. (Most of the HQ Platoon types jumped at the chance to get away from the headshed and play army out in the field).
Now, Im prior service, 4 years USAR, made E-5 before I did the ROTC thing, My platoon Sergeant E-7, 95B40, former Drill Sergeant with a couple of Special Skill Identifiers that I forget, and 18 years TIS. E-6 NBC NCO, an honest to goodness, since he enlisted as an E-0, school trained 54B30 with 12 years TIS. We figured that a couple/three bags of flour on top of either a artillery or grenade simulator would fling enough white powder to cover a squad of MPs moving through the woods and then they could go through the decontamination process with the expert guidance of the company NBC NCO. Great High Speed Training!!!!!
I got with a buddy from the 12th Engineers to show me how to remotely rig a grenade simulator using a Claymore mine detonator and a blasting cap. A trip to the commissary, to procure 12 5 lb bags of flour and were all set for some NBC training.
Get to the Alzey Training Area; Platoon Sergeant takes charge of getting the cantonment area setup, sensitive item inventories and PMCS on vehicles/weapons. I take the slice elements and we go setup the lanes/scenarios where we had previously recond and marked them. We had determined that three 5 lb bags of flour on top of a grenade simulator would be "just about right" to get white powder on everyone without the possibility of hurting anyone.
Due to personnel shortage, we divide the platoon into two squads with one squad moving through the lanes and the other as OPFOR/lanes instructors with the slice elements.
Training is going good. At each event Squad leaders and Team leaders surprised and have to think on their feet. Troops get to experience the fog and confusion of trying to follow orders under fire amid the noise and chaos of simulated battle. AARs are thoughtful and provide good points to discuss (not the I shot you first type, since we had MILES gear, but more the When SGT. So&Sos team provided covering fire it enabled SSG Whathisface to sweep around the flank and counterattack the ambush.) and ways to improve not only the results but also the training.
About the fourth or fifth event is the React to Chemical Attack Scenario. No OPFOR needed. Just the PSG, NBC NCO and yours truly shadowing first squad as they follow the azimuth given in the FRAGO. I surreptitiously grab the Claymore detonator and make it go CLICK.
Just like when you're in a car accident, Time slowed wwwwaaaayyyy down and then stopped.
Shock and Awe are just a tip of the iceberg when it comes to describe the looks on everyone faces. It was a 50-60 ft burning mushroom cloud. In the middle of the forest, in the fall, in Germany, fortunately it had been raining&.. a lot.
The first three words to enter my mind was Grain Elevator Explosion.
It was magnificent.
Everyone was frozen with the deer caught in the headlights look on their faces, as they craned their necks upward as the burning mushroom cloud rose through the treetops.
I was impressed. My PSG and I looked at each other, then the NBC NCO.
Time restarted.
FIRST SQUAD, 6 OClock 1000 Meters, GO !!!! screamed my squad leader, in voice much higher pitched then normal.
Stampede. Fear and the first signs of panic replaced surprise on the faces of the troops as they run by me. I hear He blew up the Fing Woods !!!, LT Scout26 BLEW UP THE FingWOODS !!!, OH MY Fing G_D THAT HAD TO BE F'ing REAL !!!
My Squad Leader gets his squad halted and organized in a nice defensive perimeter and my PSG, the NBC NCO and I finally reach them as his doing his personnel and equipment checks. Everyone is huffing and puffing from sprinting and from the let down as the adrenaline is wearing off.
Sir, WTF
was that ?!?!?!?!?!
Needless to say not one speck of flour was found anywhere (especially on any of my soldiers). Yep, all 15lbs of flour burned&Spectacularly.
The next time through we dug a hole, put a bucket with a thin flour/water mix in it and a remotely detonated grenade simulator Worked much better. The troops had white spots all over them. The NBC NCO got to put on some good (decon/MOPP Suit swap) training.
Of course word got around and the day after we got back from the field, we ended up in the Company Commanders Office with the 1SG trying not to laugh as we tried to describe WTF HAPPENED OUT THERE !?!?!?. as my CO put the question to me.
The 1SGs parting shot as we filed out of the office with our tails between our collective legs: 30+ years of military experience, and not one of you knew that flour would explode and burn ??