Back when he was a young lieutenant, he was on exercise in Gagetown. He was the DSO - Duty Signals Officer - and was monitoring the radio traffic on the graveyard shift with his operator. For whatever reason, radio silence had been imposed, and all stations were on listening watch only.
Sometime around oh-dark-thirty, the radio keyed, and a singsong voice came over saying, "I'm all screwed up!"
Needless to say, the word used instead of "screwed" was actually one far more salty.
Before the Lt or his op could react, the voice came a second time: "I'm all screwed up!"
The Lt immediately grabbed the handset and sent: "Unknown callsign, this is Monitor. Identify yourself immediately! Over."
There was a pause, then came the singsong voice: "I'm not that screwed up!"
J.
Sometime around oh-dark-thirty, the radio keyed, and a singsong voice came over saying, "I'm all screwed up!"
Needless to say, the word used instead of "screwed" was actually one far more salty.
Before the Lt or his op could react, the voice came a second time: "I'm all screwed up!"
The Lt immediately grabbed the handset and sent: "Unknown callsign, this is Monitor. Identify yourself immediately! Over."
There was a pause, then came the singsong voice: "I'm not that screwed up!"
J.