The Roots Of Aggression: Part Two
April, 1984
"The Colonel wants the shields off, Lieutenant," Gunny Door yelled to me from the fire-direction center. It was almost dusk. I was standing in a ravine, trying to line up eight 105 howitzers in the proper firing direction. "We've got to strip 'em. The colonel wants them ready for chopper transport." The gunny looked at me with his chiseled face and crooked grin. His eyes glinted the way they always did when he heard an order that he thought was crazy.Gunnery Sergeant Door had...
