armyvetwolf
Silver Member
It was 2005-2006, BAGHDAD, IRAQ. It was the rainy season and all the sand had now turned to a sticky, thick, cement like mud. If that wasn't bad enough, majority of us soldiers had to walk through it to get from place to place. On top of that, our engineers decided before it rained to dig huge trenches to prevent flooding...instead all they made were giant puddles(n) . So, on my way to a PAI (dog tag inspection, military ID inspection), i was tromping through the mud with my M4. I get about halfway to the CP building, try to jump across the trench and PLOP! I land right foot, right hand and my M4 barrel deep into a mud puddle! Half my body was instantly covered in mud and 90% of my barrel was filled. Man, was i pissed:mad: ! I decided to grab a nearby humvee and pull myself free. I was soaked and it was still raining. I get up to the CP building and this soldier, same rank as me, starts to yell at me for being late and lecturing me about what i am supposed to do. I just looked at him sideways and said "First STFU! We are the same rank, TWO i know where i am going and what i am doing. THREE Unless you want to get your ass kicked, i suggest you move aside"o_O I left him mouth wide open as i went inside, as the 1SGT took a glance at me and shook his head and said CARRY ON. Had to been one of the worst days ever in Iraq, but funny now that i look back on it.