On Wednesday of last week I had to go back into the camp to drop of some personnel that needed to leave the field.  Unfortunately I was not one of them.  One SSgt was going back to Pendleton so that he could finish preparing for his PCS move out to Hawaii (lucky bastard).  The other guy was a coprsman that was getting out of the field for a day so that he could take his advancement test (hope he did well). 

I also was to pick up some Marines and bring them back to the field.  A SSgt that had been in Vegas attending to his ill father and a Sgt that just decided to take a vacation for a few days.  The SSgt was there the Sgt was not (jackass left his gear in the rear trying to stay out of the field).  I then had to head over to the Regimental Tech Shop so that I could drop off some of the radio gear that the batteries had broken.

While dropping off the gear I started talkin with the techs from my shop that I was giving the gear to.  They started telling me about diferrent guys that had gotten hurt out here.  One of the young PFC’s from out shop gut his finger and took stitches, a guy twisted his ankle pretty bad, and a guy that had a cornea abrasion (not good).  Mostly minor things with the exception of the eye. 

Then they prodeeded to tell me about a kid that had dislocated his shoulder.  Well they say he is all baged up with scratches on his head and face and that he had his arm in a sling.  I ask what he did and they said he fell down a hill.  Well that in and of its own is not an uncommon thing out here as there are some steep mountains and hills.  They then proceed to tell me what he was doing when he did roll down the hill.  You see this kid had gone up into the hills so that he could answer nature’s call.  He went up the hill dug his hole and squated over it when to drop a duece.  He then lost his balance and proceeded to roll down the hill.  I laughed my ass off when they told me this as I am sure you are doing now.

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