That was actually from a true story. If you'll pardon the digression:
When I was still at Ft. Lewis, we'd go out in the field, by platoon or the entire company, quite often. One weekend, my platoon sergeant decided it was time we learned how to cross minefields in our vehicles. So we set up some minefield markers beside a path through a copse of trees and practiced pulling up, IDing the field, pulling back, calling in artillery, crossing one at a time, setting up overwatch on either side, all that fun. It was going well until Private Can't-Get-Right misheard a radio transmission, picked up his mic, and transmitted - and this is absolutely verbatim - "Repeat that last?" Before anyone could respond, an unfamiliar voice broke in, "ROGER! REPEATING LAST! ALL GUNS, FIRE FOR EFFECT!"
It turns out that HQ's mortar sergeant had happened on our radio freq and was eavesdropping, just waiting for us to make a dumb mistake. To my SFC's credit (and displaying a dark sense of humor I had no idea he had), he followed the mortarman's transmission with a good several minutes of screaming while the other guys in his HMMWV mimicked explosions. Yes, he'd been the one in the middle of crossing the "minefield" when PVT Gomer misused the proword.
The post screw-up smoking was so epic that it led to my current quirk of never saying the word "repeat" on any transmission device, not even a telephone - and I wasn't even one of the guys doing corrective PT.
