Sup goons, I just thought of telling a funny land navigation story. My old platoon went out to a special forces land nav course after conducting half of a field problem. Our platoon sergeant signed us up for the range that day/night to get us some more land nav practice. Anyway, me and my buddy SPC V were out patrolling and coming back from our last point of the night. It was about 12-0100 at night when I get a call over the radio. “You this is me, be advised there are bears currently in your area proceed with caution.” I look at my buddy, he looks back at me “you this is me, did you say bears? Like higher ups? Or actual bears? Over” my section sgt at the time responds over the radio “actual bears, over” we then proceed to take out our knives thinking this would make a difference in a life threatening situation (it wouldn’t) but it put our minds at ease a little. We returned to our AO and our platoon sergeant is revving up the JLTV and chasing away the last of the 3 known bears. My other buddies rucksack was demolished. Shaving cream, vape, 12 monster energy drinks, half his rucksack, and more all eaten/drank and torn to shreds. Since we were the last to get back we got put on “bear guard” I sat there at 0200 with a flashlight waving it back and forth looking for a nicotine/energy drink induced crazed mama bear and her two almost grown Cubs who ravaged through our garbage 800 meters away. I finally got to lay down for the night, exhausted I fell asleep almost instantly. 30 minutes had gone by, I wake up (somewhat like the beginning scene of Skyrim) when I hear another buddy go “they’re back! The bears are back!” From outside our camo net. “Get! Go!” I hear being screamed. I made a choice that night. I fell back asleep if I died, I died. Well, I’m still here and will always remember that night the bears attacked.