In the same spirit as above....1977, on top of a mountain in West Germany, dead of winter, snow storm, nearly midnight.
This was inside a TAC-Site, I-Hawk missile battery overlooking the East German border fence. We had a duty to the 24 hour TAC site operation to have one man stay overnight at the motor pool in case of emergencies. This was my night. There was a 24/hr mess hall up the hill at the TOC and I wanted a cup 'o Joe. So, seeing as how it's only 200 yards or so I left my field jacket and stepped out just in uniform. As I turned to lock the door behind me with the key something began pressing into my hip, in the dark, with snow driving on the wind in my face. Suddenly I was pinned against the door! Somebody had left a deuce and a half truck sitting on the tarmac with no parking brake engaged and not in gear. The wind was coming from behind it gusting to like 40mph. It pushed the truck into me.
So i'm standing in blizzard, about 10*F, cant see more than 5 feet in the dark and snow. After screaming my lungs out for a few minutes, hoping the Military Police at the gate house, 60 feet away, might hear me I realized that if I didn't want to freeze to death I needed to get myself out of this. I leaned as much as I could to look under the front bumper and finally noticed after the umpteenth time looking that the front pumpkin of the axle was resting on, or very nearly resting on, a concrete bump out that is meant to protect the door from getting crashed into! I had been worried all that time that if I wrenched my body sideways the truck would pin me in the gut to the dam door before I could get away, my legs being stiff by then. Well after seeing that,I DID wrench my body sideways, feeling like I left skin on both sides. The truck moved about an inch, clunk against the concrete as the wind was pushing it from behind. Let me tell you, it was all I could manage to do to get the keys sorted and stuck into the lock without dropping them in snow. My hands were shaking from cold and from adrenaline. I cranked up the heat and made a phone call. Had a few people there right quick like. With hot coffee! The next day, I ripped a poor PFC a new asshole for about 10 minutes. I was pissed off! It could very well have been a truck that rolled not into me, but on down the hill and into a missile launcher with three big assed live missiles on it. BAD JU JU!! I had big old bruises on both hips for a month.