To add to this, the First Sargent and I were hooking up howitzers to Chinooks early in the morning. I was perched atop a gun getting ready to snap the "D ring" in the hook when I caught this huge bolt of static electricity blowing me about eight feet off the pig. I thought I was dead! Top was rolling around on the ground laughing his butt off. I saw nothing funny in the event! I soon learned how to do this the right way.
I had this happen to me while slinging Hummvees. My static man panicked at the sight of a Chinook hovering 3 feet over head and ran instead of touching the probe to the hook. I slammed the d ring in, took a shock that knocked off the top of the hummvee onto my back in the dirt. I looked up and saw the crew chief looking at me thru the hatch and laughing so I flipped him off, climbed back up checked the sling and hook, jumped back down and cleared out. I went over to were the private who bolted on me was standing, grabbed his LCE, towed him over to were Top and the CO and my Plt Leader were laughing their a$$es off, pointed at the ground and "guided" him into the pushup posistion. I then said one word to him "STAY!" with a few added adjectives and went back to prep the next relay of vehicles.
I doubt I'd have been that nice towards the PFC! Specially towards the end of my military tour. We never had a grounding rod, but have heard of them.
LZ Ross was a strange place, and I took the road from Baldy to Ross twice (no fool ever does that). The road was a haven for command detonated mines of the 500lb. variety. Made you very nervous, and always looking around. After coming upon the first mine, I walked! The chopper pad was the biggest one I ever saw. Covered with pea gravel that just beat you silly from the down blast. After I survived getting all over Hell's Half Acre from the 175 guns, and sorta settled in for at least three hours sleep. About half passed five in the morning I was awakened with gun fire from mortars (four duce) and 105's from a Marine battery I could barely make out. They were shooting at a grey ZIL truck going thru the switch backs on a mountain side. Rounds were landing all around the truck, but never hit him (they must have fired at least fifty rounds). I had a good laugh at their marksmanship. Top slept thru it! I knew right then & there that I had to get outta that wacko place!
When we lifted howitzers, it took two loads to get the gun out there. Usually had six choppers hauling three guns and the rest of the junk. While setting the howitzers on the ground they were dropping the rest of the gun and doing an ammo supply. We really needed eight choppers, but there never was enough to go around. Right after hanging the last load I jumped aboard a slick and road out there. It's all in the timing, and I was usually the first guy on the ground. Believe me, I never caught the lightening bolt again!!
I always told the kids (we all were just kids)that I'd been here before. Most never knew that I and five others re-conned the spot a few days prior. Some spots were good and some spots were a bust from the get go. I was inserted on the wrong hill twice, and one of them was so far off, that it wasn't on the grid square! They always said there would be infantry on the hill (almost never). They usually were three or four klicks out. Some times you had the neighbors waiting on you, and other times nobody was around. I got beat up pretty good on a couple, but always walked away.