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The other day we were in BJs getting groceries. I had my daughter on my shoulders and I saw a big screen 3D TV that was showing a chalk of helicopters flying over a third world village and I got a whiff of ass. Suddenly I was back in Iraq, I could feel the gritty feeling of sweat stained uniforms and feel the oven blast of hot air, dust and exhaust fumes from the open door. The weight on my shoulders felt like body armor and I was just bone weary. When I snapped back and remembered where I was, for a second I wondered at how they managed to get the sense of smell and make it all so real. Then I realized my daughter had stepped in poop and her shoe was next to my nose.