I was on that ex, escaped from the TFMA (Task Force Maintenenace Area/totally F***ed up military area), dusty S**t hole, no place for recon patrols to rest up with pogue muppets playing army, wanting to stand too for notional air attacks and what not. Walked an Infantry Captain (umpire) into the ground on a patrol up a creek bed in +45' temps, made the F***er piss blood from his nose. Wrote off two brand new SRVs, watched two 5/7RAR digs run off chasing pigs armed only with the pick handles from the SRVs, lucky the fuckers had no cardio fitness, they would have got F***ed up if they had of caught up with the swine...
Rex from the local Aboriginal camp told us dream time stories while smashed on VB and pissing himself at 9 in the morning. The Katherine river had just had a clean out after flooding a few month before, but we were ankle deep in VB cans, and goon bags when we patroled down there. All around a pretty sad state of affairs.
Watched a US contractor who was helping us out with the UAV drone trials get monstered by a RAAF malinois, the RAAF coppers weren't believing his story that he wasn't part of the enemy party and let the land shark terrorise the S**t out of the poor bugger. Great entertainment.
D Coy burned down half of a RAAF Tindal when the OCs brew making effort got out of control. 1 Armoured chased a SASR LRPV for something like 20km, no zigging and zagging for the leopards, just ploughing through trees and fences. D Coy found a SASR motorbike and ambushed it, old mate broke contact on foot and they chased him for a few km mounted in IIMVs, IIMVs have to zig and zag (as we'd found out in recon platoon, tree stumps can stop a SRV land rover...) In the end I think they just wanted to see how far he could run in marching order, which was a fairly long way before he gassed out.
We were about a hundred km out of Katherine watching a bridge when a troop from 1 Armoured rocked up to hold the bridge instead of surveillance. We didn't have a follow on task so hung out with them. A VK commodore rocked up, saw the tanks, S**t its self, turned around and headed North at top speed. The Troop commander set one of his Leopards off after it, which we thought was overly optimistic, but it did get the Commodore hitting the rev limiter when he saw that 105mm gun filling up his rear view mirror...
Not content with one of the other patrols writing off two SRVs, I managed to back into a fighter pilots sports car and do a bit of damage (to the sports car, the SRV was wrapped in hessian and cam nets, it was fine). That cost me a couple of grand and a filthy look from the CO.
Then we managed to get the SRV totally airborne while picking up the patrol that no longer had any wheels. The ring in patrol commander from 5/7RAR wanted me to do it again while he got photos. I figured a lack of photographic evidence and an at this stage still near mint condition SRV would be the better course of action. Pretty soft, but I managed to get promoted at the end of the ex instead of a kick up the arse, so probably a good move.
Spent a couple of days at Renner Springs on the cans with Norforce, no one would have been able to pick that we were recon platoon, with our cammed up SRVs half hidden around the back of the pub and our PT shirts turned inside out...
End ex got called just as we got bumped by a SASR patrol in the middle of no where down at Tennant Creek. I'm assuming they brassed us up, but we were too busy doing donuts and giving them the bird as we drove off, they were on foot, so we were feeling pretty confident! The rest of the patrol were a bit miffed at having to do RV procedure when they saw the mess of tracks leaving the primary, but tempered by at least not having to be tac anymore.
S**t ex, I remember sleeping a lot, while driving in second gear low range and constantly changing/repairing tyres. On the last patrol we went out with 14 tyres between two cars, pinched a spare off of Norforce, and limped home on 7 and a half.