OH, you are right on target for me too... i didn't have to play sounds to cover anyone's abuse, but I remember nights alone in combat, hugging an army fm radio, dialing across the channels and sometimes picking up a radio station to cover the jungle night sounds and feel a little touch of civilization. Somewhere in range was a bright GI who keyed the mike and played a radio or stereo for us to listen to in those remote areas ... all very unofficial, of course, but completely hidden from the rear area honchos.

Had to always be careful to hold the handset right against my ear to prevent noise from escaping into the night and giving away our position.

How lonely is that ...?

thanks for reminding me of the coffee grinder noise, and the pots and pans, and don't u just hate the sound of plates clanking together putting them away...or someone rattling their fork on their dinner plate.

And ... I'm going to post this over at the combat PTSD forum that
Doc John set up.

Troy.