Tuesday, June 18, 2013

I Want One

SdKfz 222
The Sonderkraftfahrzeug 222 or Leichter Panzerspähwagen or Special Purpose Vehicle 222 or Light Armored Reconnaissance Car. I think having one of these would be pretty nifty. Especially when I make the drive Up North, or Down South. (Yes, I'd like that with the 20mm cannon and the coaxial machine gun, thank you very much.)

Monday I decided to leave Chez Sarge later than normal to make my way to my FOL (Forward Operating Location, aka "Up North"). Normal departure time on Mondays is 0500. To all my retired colleagues, that translates to "too damn early". Unless you're one of those types who has this sick joy at being up before the birds even wake up. You know who you are. My maternal grandmother used to tell everyone how she "normally" got up at 0500. Everyday. Even after she'd sold the farm. Everyone was rather impressed by my grandmother's ability to get up so early. Except the Nuke. One day when her great-grandmother was going on about how early she gets up and yada-yada-yada, the Nuke jumped in with "But Gram, you go to bed at like 1900 every night, you're logging a good solid ten hours of rack time. Sure, I get up at 10, but I go to bed at 2, that's 8 hours. You're getting 10. I am not impressed." Hhmm, I see I've digressed. Big surprise that, eh?

Anyhoo...

Where was I? Oh yeah, Monday. I left later than usual. Okay, let's pick that thread back up again.

Instead of being wheels up (metaphorically speaking), I did not depart the manse until shortly after 0800. 'Twas a beautiful day, the birds were still singing (only now they could see what they were doing) and I was on the road. Thinking to myself, "What the heck was I thinking all those years? Getting up at 0400, leaving at 0500. This is nice."

Traffic through the capital city of Little Rhody (Providence most call it, I will sometimes refer to it as Rhodiopolis. Just because I can and I am weird that way. Or "corny" as the Nuke might say) was "not bad". We mostly moved along smartly except for a few spots where the idiots who love bouncing from lane to lane like frenetic squirrels hopped up on meth-amphetamines were driving. You know the type, far left lane until their exit is a hundred yards away, then the mad swerving dash across four lanes of traffic to make the exit.



Eventually I cleared the city and proceeded north at a good pace. Until I see the sign indicating that the Mass Pike (I-90 for you non-locals) is seven miles away. The second thing I see is that traffic is at an absolute stand still.

Wonderful.

So. Forty minutes later I clear the congestion of all the cars trying to leave I-495 and get on I-90. Mostly towards Boston. Me, I continue north. (Yup, 40 minutes to go 7 miles. Not exactly "life in the fast lane", neh?)

Eventually I arrive at the FOL. To face another week battling the dark adversaries of all that is beautiful and good. Yup, management.

It's a paycheck.

Now I remember why I get up at oh-dark-thirty to make the trek North. Apparently the idiots to whom the states of Rhode Island and Massachusetts issue driver's licenses don't get up that early. The roads are fairly clear. And safe.

Though for those days when I feel the urge to sleep in, the 
SdKfz 222 would certainly be "nice to have".

8 comments:

  1. Just admit it. You're becoming a ground pounder. It's Ok, we are very tolerant of all those who once flew into the wild blue yonder or sailed the seven seas.

    Come to the dark side Sarge. We have MRE's.

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    1. Heh. We... us Blue Suiters... have MREs, too. In the commissary, even.

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    2. You have MREs? Awesome. (Of course, I was weaned on C-Rats, perhaps MREs are too rich for my blood. Heh.)

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    3. Six, one thing I forgot to mention. I have always been a tanker wannabe as well as a pilot wannabe. Didn't do the pilot thing because of bad eyesight, didn't do the tanker thing because of a bad recruiter. Dude told me that I was too smart to be in the combat arms. I told him that if the Army wanted to make me a technician, why didn't I just go in the Air Force? He said something stupid at that point, two seconds later I was down the hall talking to the Air Force, two days later I was enlisting in the Air Force.

      The Army could have had me for a quart of hydraulic fluid, instead they wanted to play games. Still and all, armored fighting vehicles are my second love (aircraft being the first of course).

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  2. I've often thought about how good it would be to have a 20mm turret on top o' The Tart... just for the intimidation that would be in it.

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    1. Hhhmm, I think adding that turret to The Tart would look kinda awesome. Have to pick the right guy for the job though. And yes, it's for the intimidation factor, I would (ahem) never actually pull the trigger. Well, not everyday. Maybe not even every week.

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  3. Yep, I could use that EVERY day here... sigh

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    1. That bad, eh? I feel for you brother.

      (Of course, I also want one because they look cool.)

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