Range Days

#1
Although not necessarily an Infantry thread, I've put it here as Infantry are probably on the ranges more than most but it can be Range Days for anyone.

Thought I'd start this, as range days can be very interesting and funny at times and I just wanted us to share those moments.

One of mine springs to mine. While we were at Roman Bks in Colly we had a big parade coming up which I wasn't interested in so attached myself to the Bisley Team. I was a reasonable shot with the SLR, average on the GPMG and cr@p at everything else so was not actually in the shooting team but helping out with the important admin bits, tea urn etc. Anyway, one day on the ranges our boss asked me and a couple of others to warm up the GPMG's and get them balanced at 600m while they went and sorted the gallery tgts out in the butts. All the necessary safety precautions were done, flags, phones etc, and so started to warm the guns up at 600m. FCK me, two kids jumped up out the FKN trench at 300m and started playing chicken. The guys crapped themselves while these two little fkrs thought it was funny. Imagine the implications had one been zapped.

BT. 8O
 
#2
two moronic instnaces on the ranges
1 family of mongs somehow managed to get on the beach at hythe ranges and refused to shift :twisted:

2 psi left his new motorbike at the 200m point when we dressed back to 400 oh how we left. after a frantic "stop"
lots of doubling later "i'm punishing you kunts twice once for daring to try and shoot my bike and 2nd cause you failed to hit it you useless kunts" :twisted:
 
#3
We were in Belize in the late 80s and up in the ulu. Our C/SGT was tasked to show us the effects of a claymore, mainly for the younger troops benefit. We made an A frame from branches, wood etc and decorated it with plenty of large foliage. When we decided there was enough foliage to show the effects of the claymore we moved back a bit. The youngest member of the Pln was chosen to fire the claymore. After it was fired we proceded down to see the damage. Our C/SGT was frantically looking for his SA80, of which the unit hadn't had very long. Then he remembered where he'd left it, leaning against the framework while the troops had hidden it with foliage. It was bent like a banana and pepper potted to fck, totally written off. The troops did chuckle a bit but there was a very embarassing enquiry to be done. I think its now in the Regt museum.

B_T
 
#5
botfeckid said:
Feeding the tame boars range stew at Sennelager - Christ they smelt worse than the stew...
Not if it was our chefs who cooked it.

BT. :lol:
 

ugly

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#6
Range days great fun, Redarse in Baor, bum like a kit kat from 3 hours in the back of an RL, not taking a gonk bag like the sweats and being dicked for every dumb job. Not forgetting the background activity of running up and down the range in the snow as Herman the range warden was still eating his Frustuck!
The best event had to the 66 night shoot when Chesty copped the plastic bit in his thigh walking through the backblast area!
 
#7
Many an hour in the summer was speant beating out gorse fires because of white phos or GPMG on SF using 1 and 1..

I also remember doing a CQB in Belize in 1972 with a GPMG and belt of 200, at the time my DS was my Pln Comd and a young sproggy Rupert. Bipod folded it was all done from the hip. Tgt up, I fired a small burst and went to move into cover, on the way I slipped and turned and got my trigger finger firmly lodged on the trigger. With no safety catch on, the remainder of the belt soon got turned into empty cases in the direction of my DS. Poor chap crapped himself.

BT.
 
#8
Remember doing another CQB in Sennelager one year. Me and our Sgt Major (Chicken George) was running the range. There was several pop up tgts on route followed by a moving tgt on rails which disappeared into a building at the end. The first firer went down the range and George went down to the building to check tgts. On his return he said I was to do the remainder of tgt checking down at the building. I was puzzled, had he seen a ghost. It soon became apparant when I checked the next firers tgt, there was a huge hornets nest in the building and they wern't too happy, fkn great things like hang gliders. After all the firers had gone through and rattled the hornets even more I thought I'd get my own back. Right then George, alright for me to empty a few mags and you check my tgts. Yep ok, he'd obviously forgot the hornets as I hadn't even mentioned them. At the moving tgt end, down it came and I emptied the mag into the hornets nest and not the tgt. George went down to check my tgt and came running back up with a load of hornets in tow. All I could say to him was - what was my score.

BT.
 
#10
Filling a new subbies helmet full of paste while on Butt detail. Oh how we laughed when he grabbed it & swung it back on his bonce after the OC was spotted walking down the butts.

LT.
 
#11
During a night shoot on the ranges at Thetford, doing SA80 conversion, flicking the change lever to auto on other peoples gats. The sound of "Who was that" as someone let off a mag without checking makes me chuckle.
 
#12
Remember when I was in Recce Pln up at Archers Post in Kenya. We were the enemy against the Rifle Company's, only differance being we had live rounds and they had blanks. Hard to believe but true. We could use what we wanted without being accounted for. The whole Kenya tour was live rounds, guys were shooting at anything.

Anyway, on the Coy final attack on our defended knoll, up over the hill they came at first light. As they came I shouted out LEFT FLANKING followed by RIGHT FLANKING, chaos followed as nobody knew what the **** was going on. Then I spotted one of the gullable Cpls charging towards us during the height of the attack. I stood up with the radio in my hand and shouted above the noise - END EX Roger Out. I looked at Les the Cpl attacking us and said End Ex Les. Now if there's any info going to go through an exercise quicker than any other then its End Ex. Off Les went shouting out END EX - END EX. His Coy Comd was going ape at him. Fkn funny as fck.

BT. :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
 
#13
Me and two other Cpl's were called into the OCs office during the late 80s in Bulford, sh!t what we done now. In we went and the OC who was a field soldier told us he'd got his hands on 90 L2 grenades. Could we go up on Salisbury Plain tomorrow and set up a grenade range for the Coy. Take a few sand bags, few fig 11 and 12 tgts. Milan pln would be up in the morning and Mortars in the afternoon. When we find a decent place to chuck a few grenades we were to radio back the grid referance and Milan will be on their way. Me being Mortars at the time wanted to save as many grenades as I could for them. Milan turned up on que with just a handful of guys, we done the biz and off they went happy to find a pub. Mortars didn't even make it, they'd already found a pub. So there we were, the three of us to dispose of 70 odd grenades. It started off ok but we soon got bored, not ideal a few bored guys with grenades. We started lobbing them at each other and it got quite hairy. If the SASC had seen us we'd have been sacked. Good fun tho.

B_T.
 
#14
The training center in Yakima (Eastern Washington state) has an outstanding range where a full company can get online and use every bit of their integral fires plus indirect support while rotary and fixed wing CAS pounds targets in the distance. On one occasion we (B 2/75th out of Ft. Lewis) had just began the iteration when a huge jackrabbit started running around about 200 meters or so downrange. Sectors of fire folded on to one another as every rifleman, SAW gunner, and M60 gunner zeroed in on the poor critter. After that, our range briefing included a line that a cease fire would be called if any fauna appeared.
 
#15
As part of the PRT on Trumpet Dance, I got posted to Yakima Firing Centre in wild and wooly Washington State, where Coy Gps rotated through doing Platoon and Company work.

On a company live advance to contact, the culmination was to be a company group quick attack on a conical hill followed by using MILAN to 'repel armour', the missiles being predumped in trenches on the objective. The OC ex tps came up with a plan where he'd launch 2 pls up the hill with his Sp Coy assets firing from the left flank and his grouped light mortars on the right for a rolling barrage of smoke & HE, and for flank protection. So far so good.

The Safety Staff did a hurried reorg and I was told off to do safety for the lt mors, only to discover that the mortarmen were actually attached bandsmen and had had their intro to the thing in the back of the transport.

So we edged our way up the hill, trying to keep out of the arcs of the advancing troops and do a 'Battery right' so I could oversee each man firing - make sure they put the bombs in right way round, pulled the pins out the HE, left the SRI well alone, etc. I was so involved it wasn't until one of them remarked on the noise that I realised the FS grps rounds were coming obliquely across our front and a bit close (us being on higher ground and slightly forward of the assault platoons). I got on the safety net and they checked fire, allowing us to advance up a reentrant and into position to soften up the final depth position.

Meanwhile, on the left flank, one of the junior safety staff with the FSG saw that the SF had set the grass alight and the wind was starting to blow it towards where the MILAN ammo was stored. Not having a radio, he shouted a warning to to his IC, "Boss, there's a fire on the hillside!". IC, busy on the safety net, didn't hear him properly, so he roared "FIRE ON THE HILLSIDE!"

At which point Carrots and the hapless bandsmen took express delivery of several gazillion rounds of 7.62mm. I don't think I needed the radio, they could have heard me yelling "STOPSTOPSTOP!" back in Ft Lewis.
 

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#16
Stolen from Vent_Tube_Tester on another thread. For those of you not into the inside of a Chally turrent it might not mean anything but it made us laugh.

Now this is what really happened. The regt had only just got back from Cyprus & Bovi/Lulwurth after being 18 months apart. Apart from getting LOA and other tax perks, Maggie Thatcher decided to let us have Chally 1 as a welcome back to BAOR. Now after many conversion courses we were let loose on the ranges to prove to the rest of the RAC that we had not lost any of our gunnery skills after using Saracens & FSC.

The range packet had not changed, weeks of GTS/CIM work, veh inspections, cleaning panzers etc & then travel up days before our range package started. Then it were the week-end prior to firing, more veh checks, tests the gunfitters came away from the card tables & stuck things down the barrels.

On the Sunday, which was a glorious sunny day if I remember, all the panzers were lined up with the odd crew carrying out bore sighting. Now if you all remember the OC's tank (0B) was allways parked in the middle of the sqn. Inside 0B, were myself & 'Goose G,
who was sat in the commanders seat with I on the loaders side. We had done every single check possible & had been told by DIV that we would be the 1st c/s to fire, to instill confidance into the sqn that CH1 was great. The last thing we carried were testing the firing circuits and it was during this that I raised doubt over them with Goose, because the light from the circuit tester was very, very dimm. We changed bulbs, we used other testers we even darkend the turret, but still I was shaking my head.

It was then I can out with the following theory. The tanks our sqn had, had been in storage for a very long time and during that time the connections & cables had a build up of condensation on them, which attracted dust, so making the cable more resitant to an electrical surge/pulse. And that is why the bulb glowed dimm. Goose belived that as I was a gunnery instructor who had recieved pre course training from 'Trawlaney' (do you remember) and my theory was bomb proof.

Remebering what DIV had said earlier and not wanting a miss fire on the first day, I decided to let Goose into a little trick that I had learnt from Terrydacktyle as he was a dinosaur. It was that I showed Goose my spare vent tube & said "all we do is stick this on the FNA put it back in & fire". "But every one will hear it" he said in horror. I told him that I had done it years ago under the control of the aformentioned commander and that all you hear is something like a wet fart. So on it went and I refitted it to the MA and made the shield, Goose made all the right switches from the commanders station & had now developed the giggles. "Test Circuits" I said, Goose squeezed the trigger & within a nano second of it I realised not all was right with that vent tube.

KAARRRRRRBOOOOMMMMMM went the MA, Goose's eyes nearly popped out of his head, the panzer shook & smoke started flooding into the turret. I quickly removed the spent VT & put it in my map pocket (bad mistake). Then out of nowhere FBG stuck his head into the turret to ask why we had fired a bag charge? By now I had my head out of the turret & witnessed a scene of utter carnage around 0B, the tampon had gone as had the nose bag. The two panzers to the left & right of us, had bodies rolling around the ground clutching their ears as they had been bore sighting next to us. I remember burbling some excuse to FBG about the FNA, protusions & gyro cal checks, with an oops it just went off sorry.

But why had it made such crack of a noise? Simple, when the regt went to the UK & Cyprus, the SABOT round went out & in came FIN & so to a new more powerful VT. The old VT would just fizz in the barrel as opposed to what that thing did on that day. And the reason why the bulb was so dim? Well, with the new tank came a new CES and a factory manufactured circuit tester, which was longer than the old one. So when fitted & inserted, it went further into the breach and so less light would come back.

Later I told DIV, who called me a stupid spick ttttttwwwwwwaaaaaatttttt & told me not to do it again. I didn't need telling twice as I had a large burn mark to my thigh in the shape of a VT.

And The Other Story

It is nice to be remembered for things like that, but it is time to put the story straight on the portaloo incident.

At the time AF was our Sqn Ldr & I were his Gunny SNCO (3B take note) with T**y N**s as 2ic. We had just completed our dry training the day before & were moving to the ridge line where the Sqn would fire APDS before commencing the live fire exercises. Unfortuantly my panzer decided to break it's final drive enroute, about 2-3km from the firing point. Whilst the rest of the Sqn settled down for the night, the crew & I experienced the worst repair team you could put together. What should have been a few hours of work went into an all nighter.

Now all this is relevent to the story as we were starting to suffer from lack of sleep & food etc, also we were not into the 'Pro Plus' remedy of being alert. As the sun started to rise our radio went into melt down mode with AF saying he wanted me & my shelldrake at the ridge line before the area went red. "What time will the L/R be here to pick us up I asked". AF, "No you two walk to us". So off we yomped D%$e H**r***y (the gunner who never gets mentioned for this). After yomping what seemed to be forever, we came upon the sqn mbt's all lined up with crews mounted with sandwhich's & hot brews. The safety staff were ready on the L/R & the bedford set up as a mini range tower to the rear. I found AF who just pointed to the LH Chieftian & said get on it & get sorted. "Do I have time to do any pre firing checks" I asked. "No" were the reply.

Now we are on the panzer (T***y N**S tank) but with our c/s 11 on the side. DH & I only had time to align sights & check circuits without a vent tube this time. Now for those who served with AF, know he loved the 'Bundeswere' technique (sorry 3B for the boxhead spelling). I knew that AF would get my tank to fire 1st, which would almost guarantee a 1st round hit and inspire confidence to the rest of the Sqn, or so he thought?

I told DH that as soon as he heard AF say "one..." he were to fire, as it would be our c/s that he would call upon to do the deed.

So there we are scanning as one would, except that DH & I were a little bit sleepy & noddy dog in the turret. All of a sudden our opo/ldr said there's one up. DH & I sprang into action, amazingly we were almost laid onto the target (It looked like a target). Now at this point I should have picked up that there was no smoke puff trace around the target. The fire order had been issued & I looked at the range read out, again I should have realised something were amiss. Range to target 1460m, now Trelawny will tell us all that with APDS nothing above 1000m was to be engaged due to the inaccuracy of the round.

In my headset & DH we heard AF voice "One". DH fired, the tank rocked back, silence in the turret. Through our sights we could see a vast amount of debris being thrown into the air. Silence in the turret. "What do say gunner" I say, " Target I think? Ludge". Something not right I'm thinking. In my headset those words that will haunt me to my grave, "11 this is Safety 2Bravo, you are not to engage shitters". I then look to my right through my episcopes & see nearly every turret crew hanging out of their turrets crying with laughter, but even worse all the turrets are pointing in a completly different direction from mine. My headset buzzed once more with a strange high raised pitch of AF "11 this is 0Alpha, what have you got to say?". To which I said "MRS..ing

I still maintain that it was an honest mistake & if I had been picked up by a L/R I would have got a full brief from the safety staff. St**e Pr****r managed to find a piece of the shitter for me, sadly I no longer have in my possesion. The sabot had actualy destroyed 3 portaloos as it hit them side on, so proving that sabot was a very accurate round.

S54 can give avery good acount of what is was like back around the area where AF was controlling the shoot. And the reaction of the people there when I fired that sabot.

When the serial was complete (10 out 10 & no misses for my tank) I rather foolishly wandered down to AF for a debrief, but oddly enough he wouldn't talk to me. And what about my broken down tank? Wel it did get repaired & my other 2 crew members decided to get it back to the sqn. They did, after driving for 3 hours without comms. maps etc. But thats another story.
 
#17
Again, we were up at Archers Post in Kenya, the sun was beating down at about 130f and we were knacked. I was in Sp Coy and was doing a spot of admin and safety for a couple of platoons doing a Pln attack on a knoll. The Admin area was about 1 Km down a wadi from the start line. On the way up the wadi to the start line the Mortar's were pounding the knoll with HE. Once the Pln had done its attack a quick debrief was done at the start line where a few urn's of cold juice was available. The safety team then went back down to collect the next Pln through, I said to the OC, I'll stay here with the urn's and radio's and wait for you to come back up - ok he said. In the mean time the Mortar line had got on the radio and asked if they could do some adjustment onto the start line. The radio op looked around to check if everyone was back, cleared it with the OC and said yep go ahead. They had forgot I was up at the start line with one other when we heard CRUMP, Chris the other guy (non-mortar's) said what the FCK. Another CRUMP in the other direction - FCK, we're being bracketed. Right I said, lay down and don't FKN move, the next round in landed 20m from me and luckily in sand, but I was covered in sh!t all the same. They were just about to do 5 rds FFE on 4 barrels when someone shouted at the OC, FCK SAKE BOSS we got guys on that FKN start line. CHECKFIRE. There was panic stations as everyman and his dog sprinted up from the admin area to the start line to check on us. I showed the OC where I'd been laying and where the rd landed and I've never seen a guy go so white before - the colour drained from him in a second.

B_T.
 
#18
Brew_Time said:
Again, we were up at Archers Post in Kenya, the sun was beating down at about 130f and we were knacked. I was in Sp Coy and was doing a spot of admin and safety for a couple of platoons doing a Pln attack on a knoll. The Admin area was about 1 Km down a wadi from the start line. On the way up the wadi to the start line the Mortar's were pounding the knoll with HE. Once the Pln had done its attack a quick debrief was done at the start line where a few urn's of cold juice was available. The safety team then went back down to collect the next Pln through, I said to the OC, I'll stay here with the urn's and radio's and wait for you to come back up - ok he said. In the mean time the Mortar line had got on the radio and asked if they could do some adjustment onto the start line. The radio op looked around to check if everyone was back, cleared it with the OC and said yep go ahead. They had forgot I was up at the start line with one other when we heard CRUMP, Chris the other guy (non-mortar's) said what the FCK. Another CRUMP in the other direction - FCK, we're being bracketed. Right I said, lay down and don't FKN move, the next round in landed 20m from me and luckily in sand, but I was covered in sh!t all the same. They were just about to do 5 rds FFE on 4 barrels when someone shouted at the OC, FCK SAKE BOSS we got guys on that FKN start line. CHECKFIRE. There was panic stations as everyman and his dog sprinted up from the admin area to the start line to check on us. I showed the OC where I'd been laying and where the rd landed and I've never seen a guy go so white before - the colour drained from him in a second.

B_T.
Sounds a bit like Hong Kong. Ha Tsuen Ranges (the curses of Allah be upon the misbegotten son of a whore who dreamed them up!!) Practising Quick Action (Airportable Battalion see). Yours truly is in the OP as the newest Netheravon qualified NCO in the platoon. The trainee MFC sends immaculate fire order, platoon deploys and beds in. 3 rounds land 200 m in front of the OP... 3 land 100m behind it .... the 'Oh Shit factor goes off the scale. CHECK FIRING passed to Mortar Line without the need for a radio. Never realised my Platoon Commander had such a high pitched voice!!!! I noticed that he always checked people's Grid References VERY CLOSELY from then on. Teach him to listen when someone says "Sir that's not quite right!!!"


Edit cos I stiil can't spell :oops:

second edit cos I can't even spot all my booboos the first time!!
 
#19
Range story involving a cherry platoon leader who's career in the infantry was very short. Circa 1994 on Ft. Campbell my fellow NCOs and I were hand receipted a brand new butterbar, 1 each named Lieutenant B. Nice fellow... high academic standing and all that and was the product of an Ivy league school (a rarity in itself... Harvard and Yale grads aren't normally seen in uniform.) Problem was his tactical proficiency fell far short of his technical knowledge and worse still... his intelligence was high but his commen sense was quite low.

His first iteration in the field with us was a doozy, squad live fire movement to contact lanes followed by a platoon live fire movement to contact. Squad iterations over the first few days went fairly well, only hiccups were minor ones easily rectified. The first platoon level round however was a complete disaster.

Can't recall the range number where this occured on Fort Campbell but it was a fairly large and elaborate one with an objective consisting of four bunkers with pop-up targets and remotely triggered pneumatic .50's (compressed air noise makers that sound like a heavy machine gun... observer/controllers can trigger them to add an extra dimension to the range. When effective fires are observed on the OBJ, the O/C can slow or stop the devices to simulate gaining fire superiority.)

Anyway... our platoon SOP for hasty attack was to use one squad along with the two machine gun teams as the support element to put down a base of fire while the other two squads manuevered to flank and assault the OBJ. This went out the window of course. When the lead element spotted the bunkers and called it back to the new platoon leader, he immediate took off running with his RTO in tow yelling for us to follow him. The fellow neglected to give a quick FRAGO to the platoon sergeant or even a shred of instruction to the weapon's squad leader... strike one.

Being the self-sufficient sort, the PSG, and Weapon's SL took it upon themselves to establish a firing position where they could engage the objective and see our progress as we moved up the right hand side of the range. The lieutenant was running like a mad man... no bother with cover or concealment, no movement by fire teams, no coordination with the support element. We found ourselves following him AROUND the backside of the objective! One of my fairly new private gave me an incredulous look as we were doing this we said it all. The support element had shifted their fires off to the left of the objective when they saw what was going on which was a damned good thing.

When we set into a position to start the assault, the other squad leader and I told our men not to fire... just do your IMTs and go through the motions but not to engage as we were now facing a direction well outside the range fan. Lieutenant B. either did not hear our shouted commands or chose to ignore them as he let rip with several 3 round bursts while moving across the objective. Some of his bullets apparently impacted the treetops above the ammunition supply point at the far end of the range... where our battalion and brigade command sergeant majors happened to be hanging out...

To make a long and sad finale short... Lieutenant B. found himself releaved of his command and reassigned as the brigade special projects officer... which meant he spent the few short years remaining of his comission supervising the construction of barbeque grills and gazebos around the unit area...

We received a mustang as a result... a former NCO turned officer who was tough as nails and very capable. He even accused us of letting his predecessor pull such as stupid stunt which hurt our feelings as we honestly tried to dissuade the fellow!
 
#20
Lydd ranges - in the 'police station' I was shooting targets up to 580 meters on my SA80. I thought it was funny as I was the new guy and not really suited for anything.

But, nothing drastic funny yet.
 

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