As I was thinking of a theme for my project in the MP campaign, I was thinking of the ubiquity of the armadillos on Ft.Polk, the number of civilian and military vehicle accidents blamed upon the ever present Phantom-Dillo, and one sticky July night's midnight shift a lot of us would never forget.

(If I've told this story here...forgive me...I think I have CRS)

When the Desk Sergeant in a very untypical high pitched fashion began rattling off patrol numbers in rapid succession, advising the SRT was enrote, and shots had been fired at the CG's residence, you can be sure the same "What the...." look came over every MP's face. Seemingly, like a movie scene, a line of MP jeeps and K-Cars with blue lights flashing converged upon the bottom the CG's drive.

The Patrol Sergeant broke us up into fire teams and dispersed us into the woods below the house. We began a flanking action and worked our way toward the house. As we approached, two more shots were heard and I for one could say that I could hear my heart pounding. As we reached the house, shooters from the SRT discovered the source of the gunfire.

There, in the back yard, in his pajamas and robe, stood the CG with a little 410 shotgun and flash light shooting armadillos in his wife's garden and flower beds.

The General appologized profusely for creating such a stir and promised that in the future he would let the game wardens deal with the dillo problem. However, I think the rest of the night was a complete wash for us...because we spent it laughing ourselves sick.

Steve

LOL I guess rank does have its privileges.

Regards,
Robert

LOL!

Armadillos are cool (and tasty, if prepared right).

We always called them "possums with a tanker MOS".

Great story, Steve! :-) :-) :-)

One of our previous CG's had a problem with a family of skunks under the back porch of his quarters. I can't imagine the amount of man-hours and expense that went into their eradication and removal. His dogs took on a definite pinkish hue and tomato-ey odor during the process -- until someone pointed out that Massengill douche performed the clean-up better and without the tomato juice mess. Imagine the looks his aide must have gotten buying douche by the case at the Commissary.

Oh that is a hoot! No doubt... and can you imagine the look on the cashier as well!? :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)