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is a Lynx used by our recce troops. It is normally about up to
my shoulder in height. I am 6'1" and that's me rooting in
the back looking for the towing pintle. Hard to believe the driver
(or I) could have missed that bog, huh? The driver is crouching on
top of my vehicle to the right staring (piteously, IIRC) at me. Although
I was troop leading at the time - unit commanders, I've found, are more
likely to get stuck because they are busy looking at other vehicles in
their unit in addition to the normal guidance one must give to a driver (in this
case a particularly bad reserve soldier who was incapable of picking his own route - good drivers are gold!).
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The
text in this photo is from a calender DaveT and I put together for other
friends (snaps from our common and individual pasts). The cryptic
comments refer to the fact that as younger wargamers, we always argued
over who would be the German player and my current (note, February 2012: "current" was in the 90s,
when this page was first assembled) tendancy to wear green
clothes which amuses my friends to no end.
The story behind this is that the Leo I was commanding hit a soft shoulder and very nearly capsized. It took three other tanks to pull me out (one with cables pulling on the side so that the other two pulling in front did not inadvertantly capsize me).
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