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  1. Hmmmm….,so,now I know how to correctly set up the claymore where to get a few,Loews is out at the moment,yah know,virus and all.I did see on the chan someone set up claymore to their Rumba vacuum,seems a good candidate for upgraded weapons article.

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  2. Why even a rank civilian like myself can clearly see from the instructional diagram that the claymore is supposed to go over your mouth, not your forehead.

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  3. Circa 1986-ish, I’m out on an exercise with my squad in South Rainier Training Area. We’re doing patrolling, and if you know the area, it’s about as close to triple-canopy jungle around there as you’re going to come unless you head out to the Olympic Peninsula. It is very easy to be running around in that stuff and not know you’re anywhere around other people.

    The guys from 2/75 back in those days were a little less than observant of things like range schedules and so forth, so they’d go out and use that training area as though it were their private preserve, forget what Range Control might have told them. It was fairly safe, since nobody was ever doing live fire down there, and most of 9th ID didn’t get off the roads–It was unusual that we were, but our S3 had a wild hair up his ass, and wanted everyone in the battalion up to “Light Infantry Division” standards. So, foot patrols…

    In any event, my guys and I were there in a little Objective Rally Point (picture nine guys laying on the ground, looking out, beat to f**k from beating through that goddamn brush), and this patrol from 2/75 literally stumbles into the middle of us. Lead guy is weaponless, but he’s got a Claymore taped to his Kevlar (weird on a Ranger, ‘cos they normally only wore their patrol caps in the woods back then…), and he’s got the clacker from it in his hand, with the wires run back into the mine. He looks around, wildly, at us, sees that we’re subhuman “legs”, and then goes through the motions of passing back what he’d “found”, which was funny as hell because most of the Ranger patrol was like, right there. They took knees, consulted like we were some unusual inanimate object or animal they’d run into, and then moved back off into the woods, continuing their movement. My guys and I just looked at each other, shrugged, finished our little break, and went back to it.

    We got back from that little exercise, and I talked to some of my friends over in 2/75 that I shot with on the weekends, and got the story–The guy with the Claymore? He’d done something to piss his squad leader off, and the result was that the next time he went down to draw his weapon at the arms room, they gave him the Claymore in lieu of the M16. Whatever it was that he’d done, it was weapon-related, and his punishment was that his weapon was that Claymore for the duration of the exercise they were doing… So, being a smart-ass, he’d taped the damn thing to his Kevlar, and gone with it. Squad leader had meant to get him a rifle after putting the fear of God into him, but the joke went over so well that he just rolled with it, and those guys were who we ran into, in the field.

    Or, that was the story I got. It was kinda surreal–I’m sitting in the middle of the ORP going over the map with my senior team leader, and we look up to see this wild-eyed Ranger with this Claymore taped to his head, and he’s crouched there on the edge of our ORP kinda doing one of those exaggerated lunge-hop deals to try to convey menace to all of us, while the rest of his element is behind him… Whole thing was just… Bizarre. I had words with the guys who were supposed to be on watch on that side of things, but after they had me get down and look from where they’d been, you couldn’t see sh*t out past about ten feet, soooo… Yeah. Love that heavy forest–You’re basically trying to conduct patrols in a dark room, and have to rely on finding the enemy by feel. Some of that crap, you could have two entire companies moving past each other at arm’s length, and never know it.

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    • I was a Rifle Platoon Leader in the 82d in the early ’80s. We had a knucklehead troop who pissed off his squad leader and as a result the SL had the trooper tape a dummy claymore to his kevlar, the SL holding the clacker. The squad took the point for the platoon in the field.

      Hilarious, and memorable.

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      • I still want to know if that “old soldier’s story” I heard from one of the guys who was on a Blue Light team is true or not.

        Blue Light were the SF guys who were tasked with direct action, before Delta Force was stood up. One of the “direct action” missions was parachuting into enemy territory with a MADM or a SADM strapped to their asses, and then emplacing it somewhere critical and then running for cover.

        Supposedly, during one of the big exercises like REFORGER, one of those Blue Light teams took it upon themselves to walk their simulated MADM into the enemy headquarters, and demand surrender–With a dead-man switch wired up to the device.

        The story ended with the SF team being congratulated on their cunning, and the referees for the exercise overruling their initiative and success, allowing the exercise to continue.

        One does have to wonder, however, just how a nuclear suicide bomber would fare, in a real war. “Hey… Shoot me, and we all die… And, if you don’t surrender, I’ve got a rail pass to hell for all of us…”.

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