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> home from the Army
> camping with my bros inna Wisconsin
> they want to know all about radios and shit
> I tell them about making what we call a "field goal directional antenna" by stringing wire from a tree
> with enough power we can send a signal and have it bounce around the world and back to us.
> my bro are all amazed.
> "Shit lets fucking do it!"
> I tell my bros how to string some left over wire my buddy had in his truck from his job with public service
> hook up the wire so it runs off the car and we use the CB as the receiver
> we chill in my Land Cruiser FJ-40 and pound beer
> "Any Station on this net this is Fox-40 anyone out there over?"
> There is a long pause
> "Fox Station to anyone there come in over."
> We hear a voice that sounds like a Bronx accent, "Hello? Fox Station? Is that you HQ?"
> Me: "Last calling station who is this please identify?"
> Radio: "We're over run and we need to get the hell out of here HQ!"
> Me: "Last calling station what is over running you?"
> Radio: "THE GODDAMN KRAUTS! WHO THE FUCK ELSE!"
> me and bros are all thinking we are getting put on
> Suddenly we hear Machine gun fire over the radio
> Radio: "ABLE 3! YA ON FIRE GET OUTTA YA TANK!"
> Radio: "The 50 is out of ammo 30 is down to two cans and the 75 has 2 round left WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS HQ?"
> me and bros pause and look at each other and we hear another burst of machine gun fire
> we decide to play along
> Me: "Uhhh...Get out of there guys you have done all you can."
> Radio: "Rodger that HQ!"
> radio: "Alright ya hear em' turn this rust bucket around and lets get da hell out-"
> hear a loud thud then crinkling
> static
> static
> static
> Me: "Hello...are you there?"
> line goes dead
> no matter the channel we hear nothing
> we all go outside and quietly drink our beer and go to bed
> that face when we listened to ghost in there final moments.
