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Blovers in a dangerous time
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<blockquote data-quote="Garraty_47" data-source="post: 720272" data-attributes="member: 1547"><p>Thanks (not really) for the flashback...</p><p></p><p>Chanute AFB (tech school dayz).</p><p>It's cold so gaseous emissions, shall we say, tend not to float up and disperse or at least not very quickly.</p><p></p><p>Morning assembly and we're standing at attention about to march to our classes. Someone unleashes the most vile SBD it's ever been my bad luck to experience. This thing was monstrous and you could track it's widening influence by the people choking and gasping and struggling to resist the urge to panic and break formation.</p><p></p><p>More and more of us shout- begging the squad leaders to let us march so we can leave that noxious cloud behind. After what seemed an eternity they gave the order; still cursing and begging for mercy we moved forward and took little solace in the groans and screams of those behind us as they entered the toxic zone.</p><p></p><p>Some experiences leave impressions.</p><p>Some leave scars.</p><p></p><p>That mutherfucker left a gouge and then poured boiling metholiade on it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Garraty_47, post: 720272, member: 1547"] Thanks (not really) for the flashback... Chanute AFB (tech school dayz). It's cold so gaseous emissions, shall we say, tend not to float up and disperse or at least not very quickly. Morning assembly and we're standing at attention about to march to our classes. Someone unleashes the most vile SBD it's ever been my bad luck to experience. This thing was monstrous and you could track it's widening influence by the people choking and gasping and struggling to resist the urge to panic and break formation. More and more of us shout- begging the squad leaders to let us march so we can leave that noxious cloud behind. After what seemed an eternity they gave the order; still cursing and begging for mercy we moved forward and took little solace in the groans and screams of those behind us as they entered the toxic zone. Some experiences leave impressions. Some leave scars. That mutherfucker left a gouge and then poured boiling metholiade on it. [/QUOTE]
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