finally
so here i am, in iraq. i was mortared twice today, each shell landing about 300 ft from where i was standing, which was next to 130 octane aviation fuel, about 1500 gallons of it. i looked to my buddy.
"hey phelan, can i bum a lite?"
"sure. hey, maybe we shouldn't smoke here."
"nah. that fire hazard sign is all for show."
*BOOM* *BOOM*
"alright. jesus christ dude. maybe we should go to a bunker or something."
"fuck that. i say we try to catch the next round. just like a football, my man..."
*sound of sgt yelling* "HEY RETARDS! GET TO FUCKING COVER!!!"
"hey phelan."
"yeah oestreich?"
"he is WAY to high strung."
"hey phelan, can i bum a lite?"
"sure. hey, maybe we shouldn't smoke here."
"nah. that fire hazard sign is all for show."
*BOOM* *BOOM*
"alright. jesus christ dude. maybe we should go to a bunker or something."
"fuck that. i say we try to catch the next round. just like a football, my man..."
*sound of sgt yelling* "HEY RETARDS! GET TO FUCKING COVER!!!"
"hey phelan."
"yeah oestreich?"
"he is WAY to high strung."