Lost scenerio

First paragraph is a comment by someone else (I applogize for not remembering
who) followed by my reply. The original subject was Head Gear (helmets vs
Berets.) I hope this is one of the stories you were
mentioning..............

#>Pfc. Hoskins crouched silently in the bush, sweating in the overweight
 laughably named 'cool' suit. The freezon-12 can had run out at least
two
 weeks ago, along with the batteries for the chil-pak on his newfangled
 MPPG, forcing him to fire it in semi-auto mode only. He groaned as he
 carefully removed the newlar "squat-pot" off his head and used the high
tech helmet for what it did best, provide a stable seat during the long
ambushes in the bush. At least the Indig militia had those old steel
 pots that could hold water for shaving or a quick cat-cat bath in the
 field. Hell, the Ell-tee had traded his cool-suit to a gadget-hungry
Indie Captain for a set of the local's cammies and a bottle of coconanna hooch
weeks ago. Maybe some of the new lightweight battle dress would
> come through on the next shuttle...... Maybe....##>>

Cpl Schneider was walking point when his aural enhancement unit picked up the
sound of the flexing newlar helmet. He looked around with his infra-red
vision till he spotted a thermal plume coming from the other side of a cane
break some 50 meters ahead and off the trail. As he keyed the mike to Sgt
Heinz, he was studying the trail ahead on 4X magnification. Sgt Heinz said to
hold it there until 3 troopers managed to work their way in behind the suspect
location, Cpl Schneider listened to the sarge coach his teammates into
position from his helmet display. A quick check of their relative positions on
his vid visor
showed him just where he needed to let off the flash-bang when he
stepped down the path. The rest of the patrol moved up to less than 10 meters
behind him, he focused he helmet cam on the trip wires just visible from his
position till everyone knew their location, the 10 minutes he had been stuying
the trail under magnaficion had paid off. Sarge gave three clicks into his
mike and the counter ambush started.

Schneider walked forward loudly enough to attract the attention of the ambush
squad, with the rest of his patrol close and quiet behind him. When he was
just inside the ambush, in one move he threw the flash-bang and dropped
to center of the path. The burst of light and noise went off between him and
ambushers causing them to fire blindly and higher than they planned. That was
all the edge his patrol needed, in 30 seconds it was over. He stayed down for
quiet a bit longer than that. Between the 3 troopers in behind the ambushers
and his patrol mates at his back they had sprung a crossfire on the ambushers
and gotten three of the ambushers with no casualties. He grinned to himself
"knowledge is power."

Pfc Hoskins said nothing, he was dead, more interested in comfort than
knowledge he died unaware of what killed him, lying on top of a helmet that
would have told him about the patrols' manuevring first.