Back in the Saddle Again.

I started out blogging as The Phosgene Kid long ago on V Agent for Breakfast,  I plan on continuing on here, more of a move than a fresh start really. I had wanted to control the three Blogs I do from one spot, however, the process of adding V Agent to my blogs on Blogger eludes me, so simpler to start over. I'm sticking with the chemical agent theme to give the shit heads in NSA and the other three letter organizations something to worry about though my experience with chemical weapons is purely defensive in nature as can be seen by the fashionable gear in the picture.  I lived in parts  that rig for almost a month during Desert Storm though there never was any evidence Saddam had any long range weapons capable of delivering chemicals (sorry Mr. Bush, but there you are). Did get scudded a couple time, but it was hard to tell if they were long on Dahran or directed at us, save for the last couple that hit right outside Shaik Isa. Bahrain. Explosive yes, chemical no. The funny part is I was sitting outside talking with a couple F-4 back-seaters when we heard a wooshing sound overhead, followed by four large bangs. The whooshing turned out to be the Patriot missiles from the battery behind us (thought the launch would be a bit more spectacular  The Patriots did their job as advertised, the bangs being breaking the sound barrier and intercepting the scuds. The scud warhead worked as advertised blowing up after being separated from the missile by the Patriots and impacting the ground. The the alarm went out to don hood and mask and gloves. One of the back-seaters asked if we should put our gear on and I said I felt the moment had passes, so we continued with out conversation.

Turns out the Lt in command of the battery didn't even know he'd launched the missiles. Apparently there is an auto mode where if the fire control computer feels a threat is imminent it takes over and launches on it's own (thank whatever deity you believe in).

And here we are today. my only war time experience a thing of the long past, the Russians are our pals, sort of, and instead of a "Red under every bed" it is "ISIL under every bed," and we are still fucking around in the Middle East because G-Dud and his posse were a bunch of morons.  Personally I think G-Dub had Daddy issues after disappointing daddy by being a drunk little asshole in his youth and decided destabilizing the region wold really impress George Senior. Just a thought, but there youa re.