Originally Posted By: roadkill
Summer of 1970, fire base at Dautieng, I had been out for about 10 days doing mine sweeps with a mechanized unit, rotated back in, first chance for a shower in 10 days, threw my stinking clothes and battle rattle in a pile for the hooch maid to clean up, strolled to the shower wearing nothing but flip flops and a towel, got almost there when I thought God reached down and slapped me to the ground. And again. Three times. They had moved a 155 battery in while I was gone. My flip flops were blown out, my knees skinned up, and I was lying face down naked in the mud holding my ears with a dozen GIs and Vietnamese laughing at me. Took a while to live that one down.

thumbup funny! Great story and thanks for sharing.