Nobody Asked Me, But. . . - ‘Choreographed’ Training Is Dancing with the Devil
Lieutenant (junior grade) Matthew R. Hipple, U.S. Navy
Pier sentries are inspecting a vehicle. Just before letting it proceed, a sailor asks the driver to lift a mat originally mistaken for the trunk floor. In the commotion as the bomb is casually exposed, the driver makes a break for it. The nearest sailor wrestles him to the ground as a fellow sentry yells, “-Expletive-! That’s a bomb!” The team scrambles for the gate. The driver stands, grabs the bomb, and sprints screaming after the panicked sentries. The concussion wave kills the sailors before the shrapnel can tear them apart.
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