Originally Posted by TheSurgeon
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It just doesn't end LOL.
Guys. Multiple. Mailing home half a million dollars. And they just told everyone about it, but no one got caught. Bullshit. How was it hilarious when she pulled out the money in front of people? Sounds like you were there for that too. Phone calls recorded... Really?
Look. You need to really work on your story structure and not jump around perspectives so much as a narrator.
How does anyone in the infantry get close enough to put things into shipping containers? That was always handled by a supply sergeant. Smelling more POAG the further we go. Or were you on one of those big bases with restaurants, and PXs, and MWR no-swearing rap battles nights?
Every armorer I knew talked about doing the whole order parts and mail an untraceable machine gun home to assemble. It's a wives tale, or in this case a soldier's tale. That shit is tracked. Just like everyone in basic having those "you can't smoke me" stress cards, once you got out of basic. Or the, this guy I know totally went blind in basic after they butchered him by taking his wisdom teeth out. All nonsense.
Everyone had parachute cord (actually colloquially called five fifty cord) tied to NODs, because... like... it's called a tie down, and everything was tied down... because like... that's just what you did in the infantry. All sensitive items were tied down. You didn't do it because stealing NODs was rampant, but because you didn't want to get smoked to death for losing them.
Soooo
Many
Lies
And
Exaggerations
So, here is a legitimate story about money and Iraq for those tired of your delusions.
One mission we air assaulted into a large city north of Zab that had no frequent military presence. The briefings said there had never been coalition forces there, but M.I. is usually wrong. Because of the scale of the mission a photographer came along, normally they don't exist on any missions, but someone wanted to fluff their O.E.R. to make it seem like their planning was a success. We raid the first large house in the midst of searching the back bedroom, concrete floor, cabinets stuffed full of blankets and sheets, we find what must have been $50,000 U.S. and our eyes bulged. "Stuff that shit in your assault pack." And then, as luck would have it, that five foot three photographer lady, wobbles in, all thick and fat from no P.T. and starts taking pictures, followed by the Batallion X.O.
So, no money for us.
I'm sure people found money, thousands of dollars, tens even, and sent it home. But you didn't know any of them, and no one you knew had half a million fucking dollars sent home in trickles.
Fuck. This guy.
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