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Pesticide20 posted:That logic isn't dumb. After that huge sandstorm part of the way in, where it was mid day and so much sand, rain and mud in the air that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, literally, I mean I used to think that was cliche as gently caress until I was trying to do fire missions and couldn't read the drat lot number on the shell in what should have been loving daylight, that's how much loving sand was in the air that after that a lot of guys thought nothing of the poo poo they bought off locals, "Sumers" or something like that. loving things were worse than unfiltered reds but hey after breathing all that drat sand what the gently caress else is it going to do to you? Break your lungs and get you out of that bullshit early? Not long after that run on sentence from hell the super religious hypcrite who sold out our porn sash, the 40mm cannister, "Box of Love", was unloading ammo from a truck, fell and could see the bottom of his foot since his pants were still hanging off part of the truck. Only broke his leg in two places. Closest thing to divine retribution I've encountered. Still mad about losing that box of love. The guy taking care of it was doing a great job too, ECR cards and everything, replaced the skin mags when they got worn out, had the annual "here's all our pinups for the year" issues... Ultimately I think it was the loose MOPP gear and booties that did it but it's one of the only times I've wanted to believe.
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