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Originally Posted by RecondoJoe
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I spent probably the first 7 years of my adult life in direct combat.
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Me too. You know what the life expectancy of front desk clerk in Newark was? Haha trick question no one gave a shit to find out. I had a guy come in with his girlfriend and she was fine so I was relaxed, but then he reaches into his sleeve so I'm on my guard right away, and there it is - he starts pulling out a nice black gun which I recognize as DC9M because I like guns. I look at his girlfriend, Ms Clyde I guess and I look right at her eyes like is this what's going on? I remember that. But his gun is almost out so I plant my right foot and turn left and just fly right into the back office and slam into the air conditioner right on the other side but it's ok cause I know it's there and I grab the edge and use it to hang a quick right. And pop pop pop I hear he's shooting I can't believe it they never shoot, they lean over grab what's in the register and go. But there he is, putting holes in walls. I'm way gone though, I'm out the back door into the parking lot, run down to the back entrance, down to the maintenance room where there's a phone to call the owner who will get the cops down here because they won't come quick if it's just me.
I once shared a bottle of vodka with a bloated corpse, or I guess I finished off his bottle same thing. I mean I held it up to the light first to check for backwash, it was good, I didn't care any more. I'm exaggerating on the bloated corpse, he was just really overcome with a bad case of levidity, but whenever he comes up in my memories he's always more and more bloated.
Yeah did you join the service to get college money? That's why I did my tour in Newark. I didn't know it was going to give me nice case of PTSD for the rest of my life and I guess it doesn't really come up unless I'm browsing the forums and I come across some guy who started talking about boxing but then made sure everyone knew he lay in the dirt for days while those lazy flying fuckboys did all the work. Ba-boom!