Precless

Reminds me of the time I sent a pair of 'Duces' to drag main streeet
in Panama City during a revolution.

Big John
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From Afghanistan
Sent: Tuesday, February 03, 2004 9:43 AM

Story of the week;

So we are up in the mountains at about 0100 hrs looking for a bad
guy that we thought was in the area. Here are ten of us, pitch
black, crystal clear night, about 25 degrees. We know there are bad
guys in the area, a few shots have been fired but no big deal. We
decide that we need air cover and the only thing in the area is a
solo B-1 bomber.

He flies around at about 20,000 feet and tells us there is nothing in
the area. He then asks if we would like a low level show of force.

Stupid question. Of course we tell him yes.

The controller who is attached to the team then is heard talking to
the pilot. Pilot asks if we want it subsonic or supersonic.

Very stupid question. Pilot advises he is twenty miles out and stand
by. The controller gets us all sitting down in a line and points out
the
proper location.

You have to picture this. Pitch black, ten killers sitting down,
dead quiet and overlooking about a 30 mile long valley.

All of a sudden, way out (below our level) you see a set of four
200' white flames coming at us. The controller says, "Ah-- guys--
you might want to plug your ears". Faster than you can think a B-1,
supersonic, 1000' over our heads, blasts the sound barrier and it
feels like God just hit you in the head with a hammer". He then stands
it
straight up with 4 white trails of flame coming out and disappears.

Cost of gas for that: Probably $50,000

Hearing damage: For certain

Bunch of ragheads thinking twice about shooting at us: Priceless