I sighed wearily as i pulled myself through the back right door of the Humvee and pulled myself through the gunners hatch, setting my Kevlar beside me as i got into the proper position. Hooking up the seat strap i sat back down, my eyed just high enough to catch everything around the vehicle at about a 4 foot distance. I loved the feeling of the wind blowing over my shaven scalp, even though at 3 in the morning at this desolate place, it was still enough to sweat. I heard the other passengers seat themselves, and the Humvee start up. I strapped down my Kevlar and rolled the goggles fastened to them over my eyes, loading the 50 cal barrel with yet another deadly round as we rolled out of the gate and into the heart of Basara. The city itself looks devastated, buildings crumbling into dust, naked and starving children playing in the streets, hoping there would be a future for themselves. That's when I started to think...
...how many flavors of ice cream do you think they make?
true story =3
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