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19-11-2006, 12:53pm
I have another one, a fav with the lads at work. get your tin helmet on, it's a warrie. You'll appreciate this one Grant. (In parts it will be a little disturbing too, don't eat).
Anyways, when Rwanda came up, I got the nod and with very little knowledge, off I goes with my little section from 2/4 in tow. It was as part of the advance party to clean up and secure the hospital facilities that the med teams wanted to use. As it turns out, medical personnel hold grunters in the lowest of esteem so we get assigned to cleaning up the various corpes around the joint. (the whole country had gone nuts). One of my tasks was to clear the fairly extensive morgue area. At the start of the revolt, the local authorites used it in the regular manner but after the toll began to climb, started stacking the bodies on the floor until it reached the roof. The whole room was a shitfight. The power supply was cut during the early days and lack of any cooling had made quite the mess.
So, down i go and we start the job. Originally, we had to walk around the building to the hole that a front end loader had dug in the hospital park. It is fairly hard to move bodies after composition has started in earnest. I got jack of it and took a ten pounder to the wall so that we could walk straight through from room to hole. This quickened it up and soon the hole was chockers. All that was left now was to fill in, mark the area and go. Since it was so full, I coud only get about 6 inches of dirt over the top. This wasn't an unusual circumstance at the time. Once it collapsed in, we would return and put more on. I figured that some type of investigation team would arrive and dig it up anyways. (didn't happen).
I returned the medical commander and he proclaimed that we smelt like shit and aren't welcome near his command. Since we had no other top cover and could only wash in a bucket, we had few options. I wasn't too happy that we didn't have a secure area to sleep. The only thing close to it was down at the morgue. Down we go. Rwanda had funny weather, kind of like Tassie. Wet, hot in the day and real cold at night. We position ourselves near the hole. It had trees we could hootch on too. I put up my hootchie (like a tent, kind of), nearset the hole becuase some of the younger guys had an issue with it. Like zombies where going to come out of it or something. I jump in the bag and I'm looking out at the hole. I'm yhinking about the zombie thing. lol. It gets really cold, drops a heap of degrees. I see some movement at the hole.
First thing I see, is a foot and then both feet come out of the dirt and point skywards. I guess we laif this guy flat but he was assuming his original position. No body, just the legs and feet, sticking out. A weird monument to self destruction.
I am looking at the shoes this guy had on. Some type of high top knock off. I get up and piss off piquet. I come back later and go to sleep. I wake up early and pack up my shit. There is something different about the legs but I don't notice immediatley. After a bit it hits me, the shoes were gone. Soemone had walked out on the squirming pile to steal this guys shoes. Must have been a popular brand.
The end. I got to sleep inside after that, the young guys were starting to freak out on me.
Making bike bits is way better. Edited by: glen66 at: 19/11/06 23:17
Anyways, when Rwanda came up, I got the nod and with very little knowledge, off I goes with my little section from 2/4 in tow. It was as part of the advance party to clean up and secure the hospital facilities that the med teams wanted to use. As it turns out, medical personnel hold grunters in the lowest of esteem so we get assigned to cleaning up the various corpes around the joint. (the whole country had gone nuts). One of my tasks was to clear the fairly extensive morgue area. At the start of the revolt, the local authorites used it in the regular manner but after the toll began to climb, started stacking the bodies on the floor until it reached the roof. The whole room was a shitfight. The power supply was cut during the early days and lack of any cooling had made quite the mess.
So, down i go and we start the job. Originally, we had to walk around the building to the hole that a front end loader had dug in the hospital park. It is fairly hard to move bodies after composition has started in earnest. I got jack of it and took a ten pounder to the wall so that we could walk straight through from room to hole. This quickened it up and soon the hole was chockers. All that was left now was to fill in, mark the area and go. Since it was so full, I coud only get about 6 inches of dirt over the top. This wasn't an unusual circumstance at the time. Once it collapsed in, we would return and put more on. I figured that some type of investigation team would arrive and dig it up anyways. (didn't happen).
I returned the medical commander and he proclaimed that we smelt like shit and aren't welcome near his command. Since we had no other top cover and could only wash in a bucket, we had few options. I wasn't too happy that we didn't have a secure area to sleep. The only thing close to it was down at the morgue. Down we go. Rwanda had funny weather, kind of like Tassie. Wet, hot in the day and real cold at night. We position ourselves near the hole. It had trees we could hootch on too. I put up my hootchie (like a tent, kind of), nearset the hole becuase some of the younger guys had an issue with it. Like zombies where going to come out of it or something. I jump in the bag and I'm looking out at the hole. I'm yhinking about the zombie thing. lol. It gets really cold, drops a heap of degrees. I see some movement at the hole.
First thing I see, is a foot and then both feet come out of the dirt and point skywards. I guess we laif this guy flat but he was assuming his original position. No body, just the legs and feet, sticking out. A weird monument to self destruction.
I am looking at the shoes this guy had on. Some type of high top knock off. I get up and piss off piquet. I come back later and go to sleep. I wake up early and pack up my shit. There is something different about the legs but I don't notice immediatley. After a bit it hits me, the shoes were gone. Soemone had walked out on the squirming pile to steal this guys shoes. Must have been a popular brand.
The end. I got to sleep inside after that, the young guys were starting to freak out on me.
Making bike bits is way better. Edited by: glen66 at: 19/11/06 23:17