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For a few months I was stationed out of a smaller FOB that only had chow hall service for 1-2 meals a day (depending upon the day of the week). So, once or twice a week, a few of us would chip in and buy a couple of goats and chickens from the local butcher and some fresh vegetables and naan from the market and do a barbecue. One day, I picked up a quick mission to build a sewage pipe from the inside of the FOB down to the cesspool, which was immediately outside of the HESCOs, so that the septic trucks didn't have to leave the base (the Taliban were trying to convert them into VBIEDs, which led to some more creative poo poo-based jokes). So I walk down to the wall with my rangefinder to get some basic measurements, and as I'm peering out at the cesspool, I notice the local goatherder leading his goats down there. They dive in and start jumping around and began drinking that poo poo up. Just like the entire herd completely immersed in festering poo poo in the hot Afghan noon sun. I got the information I needed, finished the sketch in my notebook, and left. I told no one what I saw.
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# ¿ May 17, 2024 15:45 |
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Arc Light posted:Thanks, Rev maynard, for making this thread, because it made me remember my all-time favorite intel sperg story. Which ties in with drone chat. Man, I actually forgot about this, which is a small personal tragedy. I was there at the same time and this video was widely circulated on SIPR. Nothing like some dark humor at the morning shift change briefing.
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2017 18:50 |
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Pesticide20 posted:I was at FOB Gamberi for a while. There's an ANA training unit there. I was sad that I didn't have a camera to record their PT sessions. The Afghan commandos at Ghazni were in surprisingly good shape. Probably the only Afghans I ever saw that didn't look emaciated.
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