75 meters!!??!!
???
Too close by about a mile.
[Vasiline edged lens as scene blurs,... fades to the past,... voices echo and fade,.... slow focus in on days of yore, youth and far too much olive drab clothing]
We were defending force in a div exercise with the enemy force provided by the US tankers from Fort Knox who brought their Abrams along for the fun.
We were to counter attack the 'red' force breakthrough over the Battle River River at CFB Wainwright. We were out marking two or three pre-planned positions for our vehicles to take as we advanced, tactical bound by tactical bound. The artillery lads were ranging in on their assigned targets and we could hear the outgoing rounds as they wobbled overhead to land 'somewhere wayyy over there'. Out of sight but we could hear the explosions as shells landed.
Our squadron had an artillery liaison/FOO attached who was there to watch over things.
While I'm dragging a couple of pieces of dead fall into position where we would be able to see them next day, the sound of one outgoing shell was markedly different.
"Wut the,....", thinks I.
Before I had time to do more than cringe there was a very loud Boom and I almost immediately felt the concussion of the blast (wasn't too bad at 75-ish meters). To my right I noted the earth being thrown into the air in the classic doco film manner, followed in a second of two later by the pitter-patter of small clumps of dirt, tiny pebbles and other debris landing on my helmet and shoulders (no damage, just a bit more cringing).
Looking back to my left where the OC's and liaison vehicles were it was like someone had kicked over an anthill. People were very animated. A bit more to my left and about 25 meters away was my vehicle and the Troop Warrant. He stood on the turret and hollered,
"You alive, Trooper!!"
"Fuc*@#% right, Warrant!" (lots of expletives in the army,.. about every second word begins with F, S or C)
The Warrant then toggles his pressel switch, says something inaudible from my range and we carried on.
Needless to say there was "Check Fire!!! Check Fire!!!" being screamed into radios hither an yon but no casualties. I had a short interview with the major and SSM on return to the bivouac and asked to write up what happened from my pov. Turned out some Bombardier (artillery corporal) did not reset the elevation properly after lowering the gun for reloading, resulting in a short round by about two kilometers or so.
Charge parade followed, stripes were lost. Or, so the story goes.