murphda2
Super Moderator and KD Blade Show Boss
It has been one of those days!
I've been training a group for the past three days and today I was the "Pyro Guy". As such, I hide and detonate the pyro during scenarios. On one scenario today I picked a good spot behind a berm along the route just out of view of the training unit and waited. The unit began to pass by and at just the right time, "BOOM!" followed by smoke and small arms fire. Everything on my end was timed perfectly.
I waited a minute and walked out from cover to assess the situation and felt tiny prickling sensations down my legs. I just thought I had hit some sticker bushes on my way to the hide. Oh well, the rest of the day will suck. I was wrong!!!
When I looked down at my legs, the were hundreds of ants moving North! I looked at my partner and said fkr him to take over. I then RAN as fast as I could into the wood line to where we had our truck hidden and threw my body armor and helmet. I began swiping the ants from my pants legs, but these were no normal ants. These guys must have been observing our tactics and learning our SOPs, because they had a well rehearsed attack strategy. There I stood 50 meters from the road (opposite side from my hide) being attacked by a Di ision of ants. I yanked my uniform top from my body and threw it. There went two companies of ants. I was slapping and swatting furiously and loosing.
Next came my t-shirt. The tan t-shirt was damn near black with ants. (I'm still swatting my legs). Seeing that the ants were starting to win the battle, I had to drop the trousers. Oh $&!-, another wave!!!
At this time, I had ants crawling both inside and outside of my trousers, up my legs, all over my back, my hands, and my arms. I had to call for reinforcements. My buddy came over and asked what was wrong and seen that I was at WAR. He swiped the ants from my back and then lowered the tailgate of the pick up. I untied my boots, threw off my trousers, and jumped on to the tail gate and began ripping my socks from my feet.
There I stood in nothing but my boxers (good thing I didn't go "commando", huh?), dancing around on the tailgate like a lunatic swatting and swipping ants. Five minutes later, the battle was over. But, as with war, there are skirmishes which continue. Piece by piece I had to rid my uniform of my attackers (it took dang near an hour and multiple more bites to finish).
I guess it is a good thing I didn't have an allergic reaction (but I still feel as though they are crawling on me.
I've been training a group for the past three days and today I was the "Pyro Guy". As such, I hide and detonate the pyro during scenarios. On one scenario today I picked a good spot behind a berm along the route just out of view of the training unit and waited. The unit began to pass by and at just the right time, "BOOM!" followed by smoke and small arms fire. Everything on my end was timed perfectly.
I waited a minute and walked out from cover to assess the situation and felt tiny prickling sensations down my legs. I just thought I had hit some sticker bushes on my way to the hide. Oh well, the rest of the day will suck. I was wrong!!!
When I looked down at my legs, the were hundreds of ants moving North! I looked at my partner and said fkr him to take over. I then RAN as fast as I could into the wood line to where we had our truck hidden and threw my body armor and helmet. I began swiping the ants from my pants legs, but these were no normal ants. These guys must have been observing our tactics and learning our SOPs, because they had a well rehearsed attack strategy. There I stood 50 meters from the road (opposite side from my hide) being attacked by a Di ision of ants. I yanked my uniform top from my body and threw it. There went two companies of ants. I was slapping and swatting furiously and loosing.
Next came my t-shirt. The tan t-shirt was damn near black with ants. (I'm still swatting my legs). Seeing that the ants were starting to win the battle, I had to drop the trousers. Oh $&!-, another wave!!!
At this time, I had ants crawling both inside and outside of my trousers, up my legs, all over my back, my hands, and my arms. I had to call for reinforcements. My buddy came over and asked what was wrong and seen that I was at WAR. He swiped the ants from my back and then lowered the tailgate of the pick up. I untied my boots, threw off my trousers, and jumped on to the tail gate and began ripping my socks from my feet.
There I stood in nothing but my boxers (good thing I didn't go "commando", huh?), dancing around on the tailgate like a lunatic swatting and swipping ants. Five minutes later, the battle was over. But, as with war, there are skirmishes which continue. Piece by piece I had to rid my uniform of my attackers (it took dang near an hour and multiple more bites to finish).
I guess it is a good thing I didn't have an allergic reaction (but I still feel as though they are crawling on me.