Stumbled across this one, and he’s brand new! Two posts! And he’s linked to me, so I hereby make note of a new blog: “Fire Mission: Hippies in the Open.
In case you’re wondering about the name, let me take you back to Lesson One in the army’s forward observer procedures. A forward observer is that individual who notes a target and desires the participation of mortars or artillery in the subsequent festivities. You switch your radio over to the appropriate frequency on the radio, give you call sign, and the phrase “Fire Mission” followed by your determination as to the nature of the target. From that point you and your friendly artillery person will go through the transfer of information necessary for the placement of appropriate munitons in the immediate vicinity of the target.
In this case, our observer has determined the target to be hippies. I am assuming that the appropriate ammunition to be used against hippies might contain soap…
(Since I didn’t post yesterday, there’s a two-fer)
The Church bell is broken and it is decided that it would be cheaper to hire someone to go up there and ring it every hour than to repair the structure that holds the bell. After several people tried unsuccessfully to get the correct tone from the bell, a man was found who could make the perfect tone by running up and bouncing his face off it.
The man is hired and performs his service for many years until one day he misses the bell and falls from the Belfry. People gather around the dead man on the sidewalk unable to identify him. The closest they can come is one lady who says “I don’t know his name but his face does ring a bell”.
In search of a replacement ringer it is found that the mans brother has the same knack for achieving the proper tone with his face. Again the man performs many years of faithful service until one day he meets the same fate as his brother.
As the townspeople gather around the body someone says they think they recognize him as the brother of the former bellringer. Another person replies with “Sure that must be Joe Blow. He’s a dead ringer for his brother”.
Viewing the world from Southwest Louisiana