When I was in Iraq there was a shortage of entertainment. The insurgents would periodically fire mortars from a cow field across the Euphrates so the Americans would station mortar teams to provide "periodic fire" which meant they'd periodically fire a ****ing ginomous mortar shell into the cow field in question just to make sure the enemy was too scared to take up positions there. It worked too. The problem was when there was no enemy in sight the mortar teams would simply take bets on who could kill the most cows in the cow field with a single shot. Naturally, the Civil Affairs people were unhappy with this since they had to pay the Iraqi farmers when ever their cows got blown to kingdom come by the mortar crews but honest the best entertainment in town was sitting on the porch in one of Saddam's villa betting on which mortar team would kill the most cows. Such is life, I guess.
BTW seeing a cow blown apart by a 120 mm mortar is not a pretty sight.
BTW seeing a cow blown apart by a 120 mm mortar is not a pretty sight.
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