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Event Pics 2012

Annual Battle of the Bulge event
Fort Indiantown Gap, Jan 26-28



As has become our custom for this event, the weekend consisted of various indoor and outdoor training exercises. Here Sgt. Petronis discusses period armoured formations.



The Dragoons study the next scenario "roads of death." Pvt. Tatum is captured laughing until he realizes he's slated to be in the lead half track.



After studying various historical scenarios we explore how to react to a giant spider attack. Our special effects would make Ed Wood jealous.



The spider attack was so intense and devastating that Petronis had to salve his jangled nerves by combing his hair.



There's always time for drill and always room for improvement. Here the men take an extra three seconds between the preparatory command and execution to attempt Polish to English translation.



Speaking of Polish translation, here our native Polish speaker Natalie gives us a class on some basic phrases. We found queries such as "where's the enemy located?" to be every bit as important as "where's the bathroom?"



Friday night each member brought a traditional Polish dish to share. This year's menu included tasty foods that I can't spell. After completion we understood why this event is called "the Battle of the Bulge." If only they'd put elastic waistbands in the model 37 trousers.



This was taken after completion of Lance Corporal Mateja's house clearing presentation. Apparently the mental exertion was too much of Pvt. Tatum.



The weather was rather warm and balmy for late January. The section therefore took to whatever open spaces we could find to practice our "kite" formation. We successfully flanked the white Chevy Astro before it had a chance to react.



Just when we thought we couldn't drill anymore the slave driving sergeant brings out the regimental colours.