In 1976, the mech infantry unit that I was assigned to, C Co, 2/12 Cav, was on a Brigade 75 deployment to Germany and we were stationed at Wildflecken. Nightly, members of the unit had to mount a guard post around the ammo dump on the base. Our uniform was helmet liners, LBE, and shotguns, and it was a two-man walking post.
Midway through our late night shift, as we were walking around the perimeter of the fenceline, my buddy and I on opposite sides of the dump, I heard a loud smack, like someone had struck him across the helmet with a metal pole, and angry swearing. I called the SGT of the guard and hurried over to his side of the perimeter. He was picking himself up off the ground, swearing loudly and pointing in the air towards the fenceline.
Sitting on one of the light poles was one of the biggest owls I'd ever seen. From the deep scratches on the helmet liner, which we recovered from the ground, it was apparent that, for some reason, the owl decided that the shiny round object on his head was probably tasty and was, as a result, attacked with claws.
My buddy became "Owlbait" for the rest of his time in the company.
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RESISTOR
Swear allegiance to the flag, whatever flag they offer;
Never hint at what you really feel.
Teach the children quietly for, someday, sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.
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