Chapter Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventeen
4th February 1980
Fort Meade, Maryland
“All right everyone” Ritchie said as the Special Forces team he was instructing today entered the room and saw what was spread out on the table. “This is the actual gear that you might encounter in the field and as much as you might be tempted, we prefer it that you gather souvenirs out in the field as opposed to in here. So I am letting you know that we do inventory this stuff.”
There was chuckling about what Ritchie had just said. Most of these men were E-5s, the equivalent Specialist Rank, or greater. So they would have often encountered the propensity of sticky fingers among the Enlisted many times by now. It was said that there was only one thief in the US Army, everyone else was trying to get their stuff back. Ritchie also knew that any time you had a room full Sergeants, trouble was brewing. He didn’t mention what would happen if any of them were stupid enough to get caught were any of this gear on them in the field by its previous owners though. They would all be aware of that.
Getting their hands on a current German Soldier’s kit had proven difficult. After the Reichstag Bombing and 11 Messidor incident where a Neo-Jacobin terrorist had shot up a busy public street the German Military was understandably interested in keeping their equipment out of the wrong hands. There were the items that Ritchie was expecting considering that the Germans seldom abandoned anything that worked unless they came up with something better or better yet, snaked it from someone else and avoided the cost of developing it themselves.
The summer uniform that had hardly changed in decades in the four-color light grey, dark grey, and brown on tan Splittertarnmuster C pattern that had been used by them since the mid-40’s for example. The matching flak vest was made of the German version of Kevlar with ceramic plates between the layers of fabric that were held in place with aluminum rivets. The vest also had 6 pockets to hold rifle magazines. There was the belt and suspenders that held anything for immediate use. That included all manner of items starting with the straight handled entrenching tool and bayonet. The entrenching tool was the oldest item issued to German troops and it had not changed in over a century for rather disturbing reasons, it didn’t fold like the American equivalent and the wooden handle was riveted on in a socket joint. The simple construction made for a far better weapon. The bayonet was similar to the ones issued to the current generation’s grandfathers since prior to the First world War, but they had shortened the blade considerably over the decades to around 10 or so inches and the blade had a weird purple finish. There was a first aid kit and a canteen that were very similar to its American counterparts. They had a few G44 rifles in the Base Armory, but the familiarization with those wouldn’t start until tomorrow.
“Uhm… Chief, why is the left side of this shovel sharpened?” One of the men asked. That being the most noticeable field modification that the German Army performed on that particular piece of equipment.
“Because most people are right-handed” Ritchie replied and he got a lot of quizzical looks in return. It seemed that no one among this bunch was bloody minded enough to reach the obvious conclusion. Ritchie wasn’t if that was a good or bad thing considering.
The next thing that drew curiosity was the radio. It was probably one of the best examples that Ritchie had seen of trying to make something relatively complicated as soldier-proof as possible. Just a channel selection switch for preset frequencies and an on/off volume knob on a waterproofed plastic case. It was similar to the small transistor radios that had been sold in Department Stores by the millions. The only difference was that it was a two-way radio. It only had a broadcast range of a mile or so at most, but that was all that was needed. Richie had heard that the Germans had tried to use various earpiece and microphone combinations but had eventually settled on the throat transducer that was far less effected when the operator was in a loud environment than the other options they had tried. The earpiece was integrated into the helmet that the German’s used, with a cord running from it to the transducer and the radio itself which was kept in a pocket on the Flak vest. There had been attempts to create something similar for the US Army, but that project had been stymied by many Senior Officers assuming that Soldiers would either use it to listen to things other than what they were supposed to, such as ballgames or Rock Stations and those who backed the project but demanded too many bells and whistles. The same bells and whistles that those same Senior Officers thought would be misused. The last Ritchie had heard, the whole thing was caught up in the sort of procurement purgatory that made Defense Contractors money but provided everyone else with nothing.
“How does this work?” One of the men asked holding the nylon strap and the transducer.
“That goes around your neck?” Ritchie replied as he started emptying out the rucksack. He got the usual incredulous look and figured that he would need to show them. There were the spare skivvies, socks, and a change of clothes. The NBC suit that was identical to its American counterpart, except it was grey rather than green, was stored in the rain flap, the gas mask that went with it was in an aluminum container. The two boxed ration packs were lurking in the bottom. Each of those represented one day’s worth of food, but they did seem sort of small. Finally there was the shaving kit, Esbit stove, and other odd necessities.
The entire team he was showing these things to instantly took interest in the Soldatenmesser. It was basically a Swiss Army knife, having even been made by Victorinox, the same company. The only real difference was that the scales were green rather than red and it had the emblem of the German Army on it. Ritchie had heard that each of the German Service Branches had their own version. Regardless, he hoped that no one would try to steal it again. Those things were hard to replace.
4th February 1980
Fort Meade, Maryland
“All right everyone” Ritchie said as the Special Forces team he was instructing today entered the room and saw what was spread out on the table. “This is the actual gear that you might encounter in the field and as much as you might be tempted, we prefer it that you gather souvenirs out in the field as opposed to in here. So I am letting you know that we do inventory this stuff.”
There was chuckling about what Ritchie had just said. Most of these men were E-5s, the equivalent Specialist Rank, or greater. So they would have often encountered the propensity of sticky fingers among the Enlisted many times by now. It was said that there was only one thief in the US Army, everyone else was trying to get their stuff back. Ritchie also knew that any time you had a room full Sergeants, trouble was brewing. He didn’t mention what would happen if any of them were stupid enough to get caught were any of this gear on them in the field by its previous owners though. They would all be aware of that.
Getting their hands on a current German Soldier’s kit had proven difficult. After the Reichstag Bombing and 11 Messidor incident where a Neo-Jacobin terrorist had shot up a busy public street the German Military was understandably interested in keeping their equipment out of the wrong hands. There were the items that Ritchie was expecting considering that the Germans seldom abandoned anything that worked unless they came up with something better or better yet, snaked it from someone else and avoided the cost of developing it themselves.
The summer uniform that had hardly changed in decades in the four-color light grey, dark grey, and brown on tan Splittertarnmuster C pattern that had been used by them since the mid-40’s for example. The matching flak vest was made of the German version of Kevlar with ceramic plates between the layers of fabric that were held in place with aluminum rivets. The vest also had 6 pockets to hold rifle magazines. There was the belt and suspenders that held anything for immediate use. That included all manner of items starting with the straight handled entrenching tool and bayonet. The entrenching tool was the oldest item issued to German troops and it had not changed in over a century for rather disturbing reasons, it didn’t fold like the American equivalent and the wooden handle was riveted on in a socket joint. The simple construction made for a far better weapon. The bayonet was similar to the ones issued to the current generation’s grandfathers since prior to the First world War, but they had shortened the blade considerably over the decades to around 10 or so inches and the blade had a weird purple finish. There was a first aid kit and a canteen that were very similar to its American counterparts. They had a few G44 rifles in the Base Armory, but the familiarization with those wouldn’t start until tomorrow.
“Uhm… Chief, why is the left side of this shovel sharpened?” One of the men asked. That being the most noticeable field modification that the German Army performed on that particular piece of equipment.
“Because most people are right-handed” Ritchie replied and he got a lot of quizzical looks in return. It seemed that no one among this bunch was bloody minded enough to reach the obvious conclusion. Ritchie wasn’t if that was a good or bad thing considering.
The next thing that drew curiosity was the radio. It was probably one of the best examples that Ritchie had seen of trying to make something relatively complicated as soldier-proof as possible. Just a channel selection switch for preset frequencies and an on/off volume knob on a waterproofed plastic case. It was similar to the small transistor radios that had been sold in Department Stores by the millions. The only difference was that it was a two-way radio. It only had a broadcast range of a mile or so at most, but that was all that was needed. Richie had heard that the Germans had tried to use various earpiece and microphone combinations but had eventually settled on the throat transducer that was far less effected when the operator was in a loud environment than the other options they had tried. The earpiece was integrated into the helmet that the German’s used, with a cord running from it to the transducer and the radio itself which was kept in a pocket on the Flak vest. There had been attempts to create something similar for the US Army, but that project had been stymied by many Senior Officers assuming that Soldiers would either use it to listen to things other than what they were supposed to, such as ballgames or Rock Stations and those who backed the project but demanded too many bells and whistles. The same bells and whistles that those same Senior Officers thought would be misused. The last Ritchie had heard, the whole thing was caught up in the sort of procurement purgatory that made Defense Contractors money but provided everyone else with nothing.
“How does this work?” One of the men asked holding the nylon strap and the transducer.
“That goes around your neck?” Ritchie replied as he started emptying out the rucksack. He got the usual incredulous look and figured that he would need to show them. There were the spare skivvies, socks, and a change of clothes. The NBC suit that was identical to its American counterpart, except it was grey rather than green, was stored in the rain flap, the gas mask that went with it was in an aluminum container. The two boxed ration packs were lurking in the bottom. Each of those represented one day’s worth of food, but they did seem sort of small. Finally there was the shaving kit, Esbit stove, and other odd necessities.
The entire team he was showing these things to instantly took interest in the Soldatenmesser. It was basically a Swiss Army knife, having even been made by Victorinox, the same company. The only real difference was that the scales were green rather than red and it had the emblem of the German Army on it. Ritchie had heard that each of the German Service Branches had their own version. Regardless, he hoped that no one would try to steal it again. Those things were hard to replace.
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