Funny story. Back in 2006 in Ghazni, I called in one of our our terps to talk about something. When he stopped in, I "just happened" to be reloading some of my magazines. As I spoke with him, I continued loading mags. I also "just happened" to have a pork MRE open on the table, with the label in plain sight. The whole time I was speaking to him, I was carefully rubbing each bullet around in the pork before loading the cartridge in the mag. I never said anything about what I was doing or why, but I could see him looking and knew that he got it. When I was finished talking to him I sent him on his way, knowing that by the end of the day the story that the Americans were dipping their bullets in pig fat would be all over the province.
(Then I unloaded the mag and wiped that shit off. Not going to take a chance on a malf just to make a point to some goat-fuckers.)
I absolutely love that story. You were probably OK as far as misfires are concerned, but that's how you get ants!
Or worse, mice. Which are then followed by the snakes. Like saw-tailed vipers.
Yeah being deployed is like a fucking never-ending nightmare campout, a lot of folks don't know that the local wildlife gets involved too. In Vietnam, you could even have the honor of being eaten by a tiger.
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