I really shouldn't be to hard on the fools who collide with the truck eating bridge. I can remember a couple of times the Reserve unit almost bought a bridge. The first time was when we were convoying out to Camp Grayling. We blew by the exit that had a sign that said "Camp Grayling exit". When we went to turn around, the exit we took turned into a gravel road right away, and about a tenth of a mile in there was the second oldest bridge I've ever seen, the deck was bare bridgeplank and it was barely one lane wide. The motor sergeant drove the heaviest vehicle in our serial across the bridge successfully, so the rest of us were OK then. The other time we were convoying back from Fort Riley with equipment for the new Quartermaster unit, and had to make a detour through some small town. There was a viaduct there that one of the trucks made by only inches, and I mean by one and some fraction of an inch from what I saw in the truck just behind it. I'm not going to be too hard on convoy commanders either, as I was one once (back in the eighties, if a person could spell their name and tie their shoes, they were qualified for everything).
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