Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Mortars, Mortars, Mortar....

And always seems to be at the most inconvenient times. Twice they fired indirect 30 minutes before my wake-up. And tonight when I was buck naked in the shower. So here I am nekked like the day I came into the world, contemplating whether or not to just wrap a towel around me and run back 150 meters to my gear, or take time and put on my clothes while we're catching indirect fire.

I chose the latter.

It was cold outside.

Plus, the towel was tiny.

These Taliban fuckers keep testing us. I swear they're just finding out our TTP's. I just know it.

No one steals sleep time from me and gets away with it.

1 Comments:

Blogger Elysia & my James' said...

I don't like these posts.

1:24 PM  

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