I never even thought that the M107 had sights for direct fire.I remember her during the Best Gun competition down in Graf in 1978. Perched on the front of a landrover filing her nails whilst the M107s lined up battery by battery in the direct fire anti tank role (which seemed to entail peering down the barrel which at that point was parallel with the ground, making sure you could see the target hulk then giving the hulk the good news at 1000m with a HE round nearly as heavy as the blokes on the gun)
Ha. A lifetime ago, attached to a Gunner Regiment the new Ack Adjt had a surname identical to a distinctly male Christian name (oops, sorry, am I meant to say forename?). Day 1 in RHQ she arrived in woolly pully order with a name tape sewn on. The RSM’s first words to her were “Hello Ma’am. What’s the other one called?”My Co went to Nigeria
It's funny how memories can be brought up. The Ach Adj, of which you talk, was a tiny petite thing, she had a golden retriever.
When I was ATC before I signed on, we had a couple of sheds. One was full of radio gear (A full Halifax radio system) the other had not been opened in years. I opened it and found a couple of Bantams. I managed to get one running, least said about that the better. Dumping the clutch, didn't work, neither did pointing it at a wall and trying to pull the HT cable ended with lots of FXXXXXX