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.
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.
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