so, me and jones just got back from the most exhilarating flight thus far.
so we had a transf. to rawa and a few other places, and like normal, the flight there was lame. we had some other marines from a diff unit and their belongings. but on the way back, some shit popped off. a few of our "cargo" started geting motion sick. one tried acting like he was gona throw up, but didnt. then, they all started, like a chain reaction or domino effect.
as jones and i are trying to pass off the puke bag and rifles and keep our balance in the back of this hilo, at least 4 dudes were spewen at a time! as all this is hapenen, a few of the other civilian passengers, and the flight crew were tryen to help us with our rifles and our "balance". suddenly, the fukn bird banked hard left, and sent me n jones both flyen and tryen to grab anything to stay inside the bird, while the rear hatch was down. the rear crew member was holding on to me by just a strap of my LBV, and the 50. cal guner left the gun to hold on to jones. it was so sweet, i could accually look straight down over the rear hatch, i was so close!
anyways. after all the comotion and the bird leveled out, me n jones went back to work on keeping the "cargo" in check. we landed, go em inside the rdf and now im here.
kinda makes me realise how much of a chance of not comen home i accually got, like i said, i havnt evnn gone down IED alley yet onmy convoy today.... huh.
Saturday, 23 June 2007
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