a reply to: Ksihkehe
Hey! ksihkehe! Good to hear from ya!
So my buddy—a PMC in Baghdad at the time—was wandering around outside the compound. There’d been several protests during the week, so the USMIL
had stationed MPS in HUMVEES in strategic locations. My Buddy sees one at the end of the compound and walks up to it, calling out to the the young
soldier manning the turret. But instead of a medium machine gun, a .50 cal or grenade launcher, there’s this weird looking, boxy thing with a big
round tray in front. My buddy asks the guy what it is— The conversation then goes something like this:
“Is it one of those high-pitched acoustic weapons?!”
“Naw”, says the soldier, “it’ll make ya s### your pants”
“WHAT!? Dude! Ya gotta hit me with it!”
“Hit me with it! It’d be HILARIOUS!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah! Last time I s###my pants was on a 20-mile forced march in boot camp…and a few months ago when I drank that water in the village outside
Nasiriyah. I’ve eaten so much cheese in those MRE’s I haven’t taken a s### in DAYS!”
[Soldier chuckles] “I heard THAT! But naw, I can’t”.
[My buddy] “ C’mon MAN! You’ll be doing me a favor!”
“Yeah, sorry Bro…this thing has a counter on it. Like a taser. We have to write a report every time we use it”.
[Buddy] “But it DOES work, doesn’t it? I mean, you’ve tried it out here, right?
[Soldier grins] “Oh yeaaaaahhh…Dude, I don’t even WANNA tell you the looks on their faces! Forget about the street!”
[Buddy] “Not even a warm up for me?”
[Soldier] “ Sorry Bro.”
My Buddy says he walked away dejected…grinning, but dejected.