tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post3566244725627269717..comments2024-03-09T02:13:07.502-08:00Comments on 5elementknitr: O is for Oxygen5elementknitrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08595545440993534260noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-19426360724510781032009-05-24T21:45:26.467-07:002009-05-24T21:45:26.467-07:00That's crazy. I had no idea that stuff like that h...That's crazy. I had no idea that stuff like that happened.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08524593912913005806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-65036982727895892912009-04-02T16:30:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:30:00.000-07:00Been there, done that. I spent 6 years in a combat...Been there, done that. I spent 6 years in a combat comm squadron so in addition to this initial training we also had the priviledge of operating equipment, defending our site and living in MOPP 4 for hours on end in 100+ degree weather. Nothing like rivulets of sweat streaking down the charcoal stains on your body to make you appreciate a shower. We had a version of banana oil... sounds benign, but it's nasty crap in our chamber. Some of the morons in our group tried to see who could stay in the longest without a mask. Of course they were male, no self-respecting female would do this.Heidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10409844966813816495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-17339896600799582792009-04-01T20:28:00.000-07:002009-04-01T20:28:00.000-07:00I swear I have that same photo from my Basic yearb...I swear I have that same photo from my Basic yearbook. I was at Jackson in 1990-1991, so maybe I do!<BR/><BR/>I have almost the same gas chamber story except they were short on masks. So I had to wait for the 1st batch of people to go, then use one of their masks. It was already full of mace when I put it on! I was stinging and choking before I ever got in there.<BR/><BR/>The soldier in front of me fell over as soon as she took her mask off and scared me to death. I have NEVER not wanted to do something so much. Our DSs made us say our SSN and spell our names in the military alphabet so we couldn't hold our breath.<BR/><BR/>I didn't puke when I left, but lots did. As a result, I've never been able to eat chili mac again. Guess what we'd had for lunch that day.Beccahttp://www.forwardmotion.typepad.com/beccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-36604940581810914022009-04-01T16:30:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:30:00.000-07:00I love your stories Ruth. And laughed out loud at...I love your stories Ruth. And laughed out loud at the 'don't take my picture... I have snot' comment. Still making me beam... :))))Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16281464740064690657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-40348538513112873112009-04-01T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:29:00.000-07:00No. Not. Ever.But a funny story.No. Not. Ever.<BR/>But a funny story.khttp://dottedyellowline.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com