I have a Field Problem

Today was the day that we got back from the field and start our weekend before recovery. I drove an LMTV to the field which is the equivalent to a box truck with wheels. The biggest kind you can get from UHAUL.  Did I mention it has air brakes, those take alot of miles to get use too. We left for the field sunday midday to travel to our AO (Area of Operation). Which for our purposes we will call "The Farm" Ill name it the farm because we were no shit a spits way from a korean Pig Farm/ Slaughter house. When we arrived sunday besides the amazing aromas of pig shit The view was amazing, we were nestled down between the mountains where the sun would appear only around 8-9am and dissappear behind the mountain around 6.  We set up triple strand C Wire around the entire camp which was the most time consuming. If you don't know what C Wire is its constantine wire a close relative to the barbed wire, but C wire has razors with hooked ends to catch you, instead of barbs.  I was going to take a picture but when i snapped the shot, the picture couldn't save mainly because my memory card was sitting on my desk at home. The ride out was uneventful, i was the driver and my VC (Vehicle Commander) was our battle captain who was prior enlisted and very knowledgeable and always willing to help. We set up out TOC (Tactical Operations Center) which became my work place for the next week. I work with Chief Faris, a WO1 who was a 13F before he went warrant officer. He and myself worked hard to make sure all the rounds/rockets fired were reported or landed safe with in the Santa Barbra Impact Area. When not tracking rounds with our counterparts at the Artillery Locating Radars or the observation point Chief would school me on what it takes to be a better soldier and more importantly what it takes to be a fister (13F).

During the week we conducted live fire exercises with the batteries qualifiying their crews. The did a combined live fire with ROK MLRS and US Forces. We were right between the Rocket Valley and the impact area, where we could hear the rockets launch then hear the baboom as they landed down range.

When we packed up after the joint fires, we moved out and back to Camp Casey which I was happy to have a breath of fresh air that didnt smell like a crazy pig farm. I was just about use to that smell too; to think they stayed out there for 3 weeks back in june. On the way back we were driving and a traffic light caught me and seperated me from the front half of the convoy. We started to move forward and cruise along when a car came up to a stop sign, didnt even slow down and pull out infront of me. He was going fast enough i didnt hit him, but a big truck full of C wire wont stop on a dime even if you are only doing 25 miles per hour. When we passed through Gate 3 of Camp Casey, we passed another convoy deploying for a field problem.