how tasty are the MREs?
Oh their tasty.
You mean good? Have you eaten rotten prison food ever? Thats a MRE right there.
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2 part question.
What are your thoughts about the over all progress of restructuring/rebuilding Iraq and is it true that
No Good deed goes UnPunished?
bonus question…
Do you think that bringing Air Conditioning to Iraq will cut down on alot of the random senseless violence carried out by these suicidal madmen that seem to appear out of nowhere?
Wait, 50 cal inch long bullets? WTF you talking bout, soldier?
Just the diameter is 1/2 an inch long. Bullet length is 5.45 inches.
what would you recomend for someon looking to get into the army?
Have you heard any weird folk tales while there?
Have you ever killed anyone? How did it feel?
(applies to any soldier)
2 part question.
What are your thoughts about the over all progress of restructuring/rebuilding Iraq and is it true that
No Good deed goes UnPunished?
bonus question…
Do you think that bringing Air Conditioning to Iraq will cut down on alot of the random senseless violence carried out by these suicidal madmen that seem to appear out of nowhere?
i want phantom to tell the story about his kidney
Have you heard any weird folk tales while there?
Have you ever killed anyone? How did it feel?
(applies to any soldier)
hmmm folk tales…… well…… idk….. these people are pretty boring lol….. no real stories……
as for the killing….. this isnt like WW1 or 2 were not just marching and shooting….. we only kill when necessary………. but yes…… and i was too busy in an adrenaline rush to really feel much……. im sure if hes comfortable with talking about it, phantom will be able to elaborate more than I, seeing as he was in fallujah AND a tanker……
i want phantom to tell the story about his kidney
I hate this story. A lot.
On patrol in some POS town west of Fallujah. I got out of my Humvee to pull secruity on the rear while my dumb CO did something in the house next to us.
No one even heard a gunshot.
Sniper shot me under the vest and protective plate. I fell flate on my face. I felt like I was melting out onto the street. I was bleeding out and no one even knew. I got up to my knees and pulled myself to the humvee's back left door looking for help. My driver took my vest off to try to help..
I got shot AGAIN. This time it blew apart my kidney. And wasn't slowed down by a vest, because it was off while I was getting first aid, the bullet tore threw me and into the driver doing first aid.
Somehow I managed to pull my pistol out and start shooting at the window it was coming from and the sniper ran off.
So from that day I lost a kidney,
but gained two purple hearts and a silver star.
I never did another mission in anything other then a tank.
i want phantom to tell the story about his kidney
I hate this story. A lot.
On patrol in some POS town west of Fallujah. I got out of my Humvee to pull secruity on the rear while my dumb CO did something in the house next to us.
No one even heard a gunshot.
Sniper shot me under the vest and protective plate. I fell flate on my face. I felt like I was melting out onto the street. I was bleeding out and no one even knew. I got up to my knees and pulled myself to the humvee's back left door looking for help. My driver took my vest off to try to help..
I got shot AGAIN. This time it blew apart my kidney. And wasn't slowed down by a vest, because it was off while I was getting first aid, the bullet tore threw me and into the driver doing first aid.
Somehow I managed to pull my pistol out and start shooting at the window it was coming from and the sniper ran off.
So from that day I lost a kidney,
but gained two purple hearts and a silver star.
I never did another mission in anything other then a tank.
WOW…….. well…..ummm…….. hmmmmm……. damnit i cant think of anything that brave ive done……
My dad doesn't talk about squat unless he's drunk. Then he sometimes spills the beans.
The only thing I remember he talks about killing without being drunk is when he took a sidearm and shot some sort of GIANT gila monster or lizard/reptile type thing that scared the bejeezus out of him when he was taking a bath. That's in the wilds of SE Asia somewhere.
My dad doesn't talk about squat unless he's drunk. Then he sometimes spills the beans.
The only thing I remember he talks about killing without being drunk is when he took a sidearm and shot some sort of GIANT gila monster or lizard/reptile type thing that scared the bejeezus out of him when he was taking a bath. That's in the wilds of SE Asia somewhere.
My dad doesn't talk about squat unless he's drunk. Then he sometimes spills the beans.
The only thing I remember he talks about killing without being drunk is when he took a sidearm and shot some sort of GIANT gila monster or lizard/reptile type thing that scared the bejeezus out of him when he was taking a bath. That's in the wilds of SE Asia somewhere.
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