“Did you build that sloping Vee?” Team Daddy asked me.
“yeah Sa’rnt, the long whip wasn’t hitting the TOC from inside these walls.” I replied. The thick mud walls of the compound were hell on a signal, and the makeshift TOC the commo guys had set up on the next ridge was having a hard time hearing us. It was either hang out on the roof in 19 degree cold, exposed, or get out of the wind and put up an improvised Vee out the window.
“Damn dude, you’re good. I love it!”
Not only did it get us at least a little comfort and keep our butts from being out in the open, but it made me look good in the eyes of my betters. I used stuff I had been taught to our advantage- a rare thing these days. Anyway, it sparked a love for making and improvising…
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