October 19, 2006

A Sighting

This was written a couple months ago, but I was not brave enough to publish it. I recently read a post elsewhere that let me know it was okay to admit to seeing things that most don't.

One morning, just outside of Savannah, Georgia, I saw a creature that I used to think only a legend. The sighting has stuck with me since, though I've told no one for fear of ridicule. After over ten years, I've decided to break the silence. I don't know if the others who witnessed it have spoken out, or kept silent as well.

We were at Ft. Stewart, playing the aggressors against the Army's Airborne. 82nd or 101st? I don't remember... and it doesn't really matter now, does it? I think it was the summer of '93, but that really doesn't matter, either.

Anyway, after a few days out in the field, sweating our asses off, and always moving, we were allowed to "go into garrison." Basically, our company was allowed to take a short break from the war game. We parked the vehicles back into the treeline, and made ready for the night. Our radio watch shifts were assigned, and we hit the hay.

I had the last shift, and as the darkness grudgingly gave way to light, I heard a rustling in the brush, quite aways off, but it sounded like it was coming on. I grabbed the NVGs (night vision goggles), and looked into the night. A flash of movement, a movement of vegetation, and then there was nothing.

I was about to wake the VC (vehicle commander), when he sat up and let me know that he had heard it, too. Our driver, who'd had the shift before mine, was also awake and looking. We passed the NVGs back and forth, finding nothing. We discussed it... we weren't supposed to be attacked, but then again, the previous day, after a visit by the guys scoring "the game," we were attacked by a helo. The bastards tipped our enemy off. They would do it again, later, but I digress...

About the time we were ready to put the NVGs away, there was a short grunt or growl, and a god awful stink, followed by a rustling. This time it was coming straight at us, very rapidly. The brush was moving, and you could hear distinct footsteps. As I grabbed the NVGs again, it broke from the brush, ran past us and the front of our vehicle, on towards the vehicle parked next to us... about thirty meters away. There was a yelp of suprise from the radio watch over there, and it disappeared back into the woods, leaving us all standing there with an adrenaline rush.


I told one person, and their immediate impression was that it was a skunk ape, based upon the bad smell. I kinda laughed about that one... the bad smell was our VC dropping ass. Hey... after a week of MRE's, your shit, and it's announcers, do stink... no matter who you are.

Nah... the creature seen was a Real. Live. Armadillo. Yeah... you read that right. Live. I know. I know. They can't exist. But they do...

Were it not for this experience, I'd still think that southerners tossed ugly ass toy creatures alongside the roads.

What sightings have you had?

Thank you Tommy, for having the courage to admit to seeing a live possum.

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 19, 2006 07:50 AM | TrackBack

I will tell you that, when I used to live in Houston, I would see the occasional live armadillo. One time I saw one in some guy's front yard, just moseying amongst the bushes...another time, there was one wandering around in the wooded area at the Great Corporate Salt Mine headquarters. But most of the 'dillos I saw in Texas were flattened along the Interstate. Fuckin' things seem to have a Death Wish...

Posted by: Elisson at October 19, 2006 10:17 AM

Story goes back home in Georgia, that while rarely seen alive, possoms and Armadillo's do exist.

Unfortunately the leading killer of these night time beasts is none other than AIDS.


Posted by: BloodSpite at October 19, 2006 11:59 AM

Sorry, I'm calling B.S. on this one. I've seen where you can buy them already cooked in the local Mom n Pop store, and I've seen 'em tossed out in the road, but I've never even HEARD of anyone seeing a live one.

Posted by: Ogre at October 19, 2006 12:03 PM

Ya see? That's why I was so afraid to write about it.... Ogre doesn't believe me!


Posted by: That 1 Guy at October 19, 2006 04:28 PM

Almost had a heart attack one night when I lefted the lid partually covering our 55 gal garbage burn-barrel and there in the dark was a snarling 'possom hissing at me!

I had to pick up the garbage I flung into the air the next morning!

Posted by: Mushy at October 19, 2006 08:04 PM

Heh. x-hubby came driving in late one night, ran into the house, grabbed the shotgun, ran out the door and i hear a "BLAM", he come back in the house looking rather sheepish. I asked what that was about. He said he saw an armadillo rooting around in the front yard. I aske him if he got it. He said, "Well no, but i killed the water hose." I told him "live dillos are just and abberition."

Posted by: imp at October 20, 2006 09:47 AM

Not only do dillos exist, And believe me, I've seen my share, they have some interestng properties which you can read about here, as well as see a picture of one i dispatched with a Nissan Titan mere moments before.


Posted by: og at October 20, 2006 02:13 PM

Oh, bullshit. Great story. Right up to the "LIVE" armadillo part.

Shit. You almost had me.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at October 20, 2006 09:35 PM

It has been a regular freaking zoo aorund here...



Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at October 20, 2006 11:09 PM