I guess, then, that we almost got taken out by some sappers over in Iraq!
We were in our Bradleys in a stand-down mode after assaulting some enforced, dug-in positions that had unfortunately been vacated before we got there, unbeknownst to us. We found massive amounts of RPGs, other weapons and explosives. If they had hung around, they would have given us a run for the money.
Anyway, I'm in the top of the turret, head sticking out and I hear that unmistakable whistling of an incoming round. I think I yelled "incoming" and ducked down inside the Bradley. For some reason, I heard it pass overhead and then popped back up to see where it went (dumb probably). I got up just in time to see several dozen fellow soldiers diving into the sand by instinct. I mean, they were drinking coffee, chilliing, whatever and just through the coffee and did nose dives. It was hillarious after the fact.
The round hit about 15 feet behind one of the Bradleys, whose ramp was wide open and had people inside. But the round was a dud.
It turned out some EOD guys were trying to destroy some of the ammo we found and sent this one flying some how.
Maybe they weren't sappers afterall then?
Ed