2 days ago, I stopped by a Taco bell with a friend of mine and a white southern bald guy walks in shouting, "Muthafucker" At first, I was confused by why he was shouting. But, after a while of him ranting on how the police are after him. I came to conclusion on the fact that a crack whore tried to bum some cash off of him and he gave her three dollars, I'm assuming that he would have given her more if he didn't get caught by the store employees... why the hell were they dealing in a taco bell is beyond my knowledge. He complained that, "he only gave her the money because he "felt sorry for her" and god bless her and hope she find savior in God" and how the police grabbed him and forced him to put his hands behind the bakc of his head and lock his fingers in place for "doing nothing wrong"
This is a man that also pride himself for hitchhiking across america and claiming that he saw everything and the only reason that he's giving her money because "he felt sorry for her" and wanted to do something nice to pay back all the times he hitchhiked across America.
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Anonymous2006-03-08 16:10
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Anonymous2006-03-10 22:04
Haha, here's another one...
I was going through my fourth rotation at the National Training Center in Southern California (where the US Army learns how to fight in the desert), and was considered one of the more 'salty' soldiers in my unit, most of the others in my Company having never been through the grinder at NTC before.
I was pulling watch at an OP/LP in the Middle of Nowhere on a little finger of rock that stuck out from the side of a fairly big hill. Small mountain really, and it was an excellent position for observation, allowing one to see for several miles in any direction, at least during the day. This was back in the days before we had really GOOD night vision equipment (the AN-PVS5 was considered cutting edge).
Anyway, it was about 0200 or so, and I was cold and bored as shit looking out at an empty green moonscape wishing something, ANYTHING would happen...
Wish granted.
The valley floor and most of the surrounding hills lit up like God Himself turned on the biggest damn flashlight you ever saw.
I thought: "Thank God, someone put up a flare."
I turned to look behind me, in the direction of the light source and felt the ground vibrate. At about that instant, a very deep BOOOOOOOM!!! rumbled so loud that it vibrated the air in my chest and I saw a baby mushroom cloud lifting into the night.
"HolymotherofGod..."
Turns out, an artillery unit was camped out several klicks away. The night was cold, you see, and all the black southern gun bunnies servicing that M198 cannon thought it would be a good idea to move an alpine heater (think small kerosene powered heater that looks like a jet engine on 4 legs) into the BACK OF AN AMMO TRUCK!
The trucks' canvas caught fire and spread. The black southerners ran like hell, of course, without waking the NCO in charge of the gun (muscular tall white southern guy, of course). He had been up for almost 2 days straight and was catching a couple of well deserved hours of sleep back in their tent nearby. The gun crew was operating on rotation, couple of guys sleeping, couple awake in case anything went down. Southerners being southerners, they all decided to pile into the ammo truck and run rotation from there.
Anyway, the NCO wakes up, sees the truck on fire, jumps into the cab and starts it up in an attempt to drive it away from the position before it exploded. But there was no air in the lines, making the truck immobile since the airbrakes were locked. The NCO waited in the truck (!) hoping that the air pressure would build up enough so he could move it. No chance. He bailed out and ran for his life about a minute before it went up.
98 rounds of WP and HE went up with a godawful bang, destroying the truck, tent, weapons, powder, warm clothing (!), supplies, water and the M198 (which was tossed about 500 meters like a giant tinkertoy). An Engineering unit recovered the big Cummins turbodiesel engine block about a half mile away. Total losses and damages were in the millions. No loss of life though. All because of some stupid ass black southerners.
By the way, the NCO was awarded the Soldiers' Medal for gallantry and total lack of regard for his own welfare, which is the highest award a soldier may be issued in peacetime. Well deserved, too. The black southerners got either courts-marshalled or A-15'ed, also well deserved.
I drove past the site the next day. The explosion put a hole in the world, and what was left of the 5-ton truck could fit in the back of a F150 pickup truck. The gun was a total loss, looking like a giant had smacked it a good one with a closed fist. TNB, baby....
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