Drinking Gross Things and Being KO'd − 21 June, 1993
Thanks to Kelly Abbott's Ashes, Sweetness, and Light story, I'm reminded of this bad experience I had.
It was a hot summer day in Ft. Bliss' training area at the southern portion of New Mexico. My troop was cleaning our weapons after being out on the range. It was a field cleaning, so it was basically a pointless exercise, but we needed to clean them for the next days firing.
I was working next to a bunch of guys all day and we were drinking coke out of cans. I made the mistake of grabbing the one can and taking a nice big sip. I tasted a gooey and flat coke and I spit it out. The guy next to me said, "Dude, wrong can!" I had just drank a nice mouthful of copenhagen spit. I felt sick and made myself throw up. It makes me queezy even thinking about it now.
About an hour later, my friend Martinez and I got into a punching contest because we were bored. I happened to be dipping Hawken at this point myself. I punched him in the arm and he smiled and said, "Ouch Motherfucker, that hurt!" he immediately hit me straight in the sternum. I didn't even have time to brace myself and the last thing I remember was seeing my chest cave in.
I woke up laying on the ground with Martinez swiping the Hawken out of my throat. Everyone was laughing, even myself. When I got up, I got some more Hawken and Martinez and I continued. Needless to say, this is just one example of us having too much downtime in the field.
It was a hot summer day in Ft. Bliss' training area at the southern portion of New Mexico. My troop was cleaning our weapons after being out on the range. It was a field cleaning, so it was basically a pointless exercise, but we needed to clean them for the next days firing.
I was working next to a bunch of guys all day and we were drinking coke out of cans. I made the mistake of grabbing the one can and taking a nice big sip. I tasted a gooey and flat coke and I spit it out. The guy next to me said, "Dude, wrong can!" I had just drank a nice mouthful of copenhagen spit. I felt sick and made myself throw up. It makes me queezy even thinking about it now.
About an hour later, my friend Martinez and I got into a punching contest because we were bored. I happened to be dipping Hawken at this point myself. I punched him in the arm and he smiled and said, "Ouch Motherfucker, that hurt!" he immediately hit me straight in the sternum. I didn't even have time to brace myself and the last thing I remember was seeing my chest cave in.
I woke up laying on the ground with Martinez swiping the Hawken out of my throat. Everyone was laughing, even myself. When I got up, I got some more Hawken and Martinez and I continued. Needless to say, this is just one example of us having too much downtime in the field.
Comments:
Chief Q (September 12, 2006. 01:12am)
Your down time gave me a good laugh, thanks for sharing.
kga245 (September 20, 2006. 12:32am)
Ouch. Boredom is the root of all evil, after all. :-)