Summer of... '92 or 93, I've just transferred from the Regs to the Reserves. I'm out at ARCON in Gagetown with the PEIR as their maintainer. First time I've ever been to Gagetown, no co-driver, no radio. Just me and my MRT - did get a map though.
The guys would get stuck and call for recovery, and then manage to self-recover and carry on. With no radio, no way to tell me, so I spend a lot of time chasing my tail.
PEIR is the enemy force for the ex. I get a recovery call, and I'm told there is some urgency becasue the battle group is due to cross the LD very soon. I zip out there, find a mud hole and a bunch of Iltis tracks - again. On the off chance that they or I have the grid wrong, I go for a quick lap around Scotty Dog woods to see if I can find them. Bad idea - I get stuck myself. Attempt to self-recover; no joy.
And then the battle group shows up. Urk! So I lay low and let everybody advance through my position (nobody notices me, or they don't care about me)
After the thundering herd goes through, I see a lone Bison moving up. I remember hearing that a few MRTs in the area have been issued Bison. I can't see a callsign, a REME flag, or the REME horse on the back - but a lone Bison tagging along behind a battle group - who could it be?
So I chase him on foot for a couple of K. Every time I get close, the sonofabitch takes another bound, so it takes me a while to catch up, but I finally get him and hop up on the back, where the roof hatch is open. Whoops! Battle group command vehicle; the thing is full of Colonels. I try to take off, but an RCR full colonel figures out that I'm an *enemy* MRT and I get captured. I get a quick refresher course on the Geneva Convention and a can of orange juice, and I get to spend the rest of the battle run watching how commanding a battle group looks.
When we get to the end of the run, he hands me off to an MP, and the MP runs me back to my truck and helps pull me out. On the way out, the MP gets stuck and I return the favour. Finally we're bith back on the hard stand, and I go back to the hide - it's been a looong day. Heh - gonna get longer yet.
I hop out of my truck, go to pull my C7 out of the rack - no rifle. Oh, *shit*. I know I had it in the commander's Bison, because he took it away from me. I know I had it when I went to go get my truck, because I remember putting it in the rack in the MP truck. But I don't remember what I did with it after that. It could be in the MP truck, or it could be lying next to one of the holes one of us got stuck in.
Now I have a choice. I can sneak back out to the holes and look for it, or I can fess up and see if the MPs have it (and take the charge) I feel like a moron (Mr shit-hot ex-reg-force maintainer gets stuck, gets captured, and loses rifle in the process) and I *really* don't want anybody else to know about this... but the right thing is to fess up. So I go tell the Sgt Major. He calls the MPs, they find my rifle in the truck, and run it out to me - no harm, no foul, no charge (and amazingly, nobody gives me any hassle either)
After that, I got the weapons security religion in a BIG way, and never, ever, EVER let any weapon of mine out of my sight unless it was locked up, and never left an area before checking to make sure that my weapon was exactly where I thought it was. That feeling of horror when you look at a weapons rack and your weapon ain't there... I don't EVER want to feel that EVER again. It's, what, 14 years later, and I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
I also have a story about digging up a Yank 50 Cal in Wainright, but I'll save that one for another day.
DG