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Pine cigarettes. Motherfucking pines. I'll still blame the burn pits. But I know the truth. A pack of pines a day? Turns your lungs to goop. Those motherfucking pine cigarettes.
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Your uncle is telling you lies. Iraq was a false flag op 🇮🇷.
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Feb 21, 2017 08:51
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In mid 2005 in Iraq my JSOTF was doing a lot of what we called VI's for Vehicle Interdiction. The missions ideally went Assault Force disables vehicle while still airborne, quickly land the helicopters to the front and rear of the disabled vehicle, capture or kill all the Military Aged Males, fly back to base. My role was running the ISR that followed the vehicle and walking (talking) the Helo's onto target. One day they interdicted a car full of armed assholes. Being the insane bad asses they were they put bullets in the head of every single MAM in the car. This left a young Iraqi boy in the middle of the backseat covered in brains blood and auto glass desperately clinging to his puppy he has in his arms. So what do the guys do? Steal the loving puppy. Somewhere in Iraq is an extremely hosed up young man who can't get over what easily had to be the worst day of his life. When all his uncles and dad got brained and the Army men took his puppy. He probably thinks we tortured the puppy but I happen to know it's living life fine in Fayetteville NC of all places and is loving life. I see him on my FB feed all the time. We probably made the next Bin Laden that day. Circle of life man.
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Feb 22, 2017 09:23
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Two Finger posted:gently caress Haha that's a happy story. That kid lived. I got plenty where they don't and it's really goddamn sad and also will make you question my humanity. 
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Feb 22, 2017 09:52
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I've been to more memorial services than retirement or promotion ceremonies thanks to the GWOT. Now that the years are adding up I find myself just remembering faces and personalities more so than names and ranks. Makes me feel like poo poo when I'm trying to remember a guys name and I know he was KIA in Afghanistan from an IED. Seems like something I'd never forget but years of anesthetizing with weed, booze, and meds and everything about the two wars I fought in are distant and hazy. Then I run out of weed like today, and I start remembering bad poo poo again and start feeling guilty as poo poo. Goddamn war.
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