"... we're apparently incapable of even helping ourselves, except to the contents of your wallet."
"[...] one of the laptops stolen from the FBI's Quantico Laboratory Division contained "names, addresses, and telephone numbers of FBI personnel." Others contained unknown information that could be classified. Most of the missing laptops were lost, not stolen."
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"What is it, dear?"
"Honey, do you remember where I parked the tank?"
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At a later point in time, the Guard recruiter who was the sponsor for our Explorer Post was trying to find some Army armor for a Boy Scout camporee, he already had the Marine Reserve set to park a self-propelled howitzer there, but he couldn't let the Marines show up the Army. So one of his buddies, a tanker, calls him back and says he knows where there's a tank, and to meet him at the armory in Guntersville with a set of boltcutters and a number of jerry cans of gas. The two of them apparently drove the thing the forty miles to Huntsville...
So my Explorer Post had a tank... And it's amazing how many teenagers you can fit in an M60A1 when it's completely empty (other than the breech block for the main gun).
Of course, like all good things, it came to an end. Somebody got jealous of this recruiter driving the tank around in the field next to the armory to influence recruits, and looked up the bumper numbers and called Anniston Army Depot to ask if they knew one of their tanks was in Huntsville. Much panic ensued, including orders to park the tank immediately, no matter where it was. They later relented when shown that the recruiter had, in fact, been trained on that class of armored vehicles, in Vietnam, and a few months later they managed to dig up a transporter and take it home.
But not before we had it at my high school for a static display/recruiting mission and I managed to get it registered as my personal vehicle for the senior parking lot...
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