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I don't think tabs knows how to check the head space on a 50 cal with a go--no go gauge, what the significance of Jody and marching songs was for a Vietnam-era Army recruit. Probably never broken starch in the morning putting on fresh fatigues. Bet he never saw a draftee on the 45 pistol range swing a pistol all the way down, shoot himself in the foot. Took a chunk of meat out of the right side of his foot and flipped him completely on his ass. Thought he had a ticket home. The day I graduated from Basic, he was recycled back to the same ****ing barracks and the same ****ing bed!
Never pulled fire guard duty in the middle of the night. Never was awed by the firepower demonstrated by the US Army--Puff the Magic Dragon, shot your first LAW, M79 Grenade Launcher--gasped for breath in the tear gas chamber, never thought mess hall chow would taste good until you ate C rations for more than a day at a time. Never had constipation like you've had it from Ham and Lima Beans.
Never smelled what burning human **** smells like or burned flesh from a napalm drop. Hey GI, want #1 long time boom boom--just 20 p. Never woke up in the middle of the night dreaming about holding a stranger in your arms with half his stomach blown away and crying for his Momma. Or see your best friend walking point trip a high-tech booby trap---a tin can full of nails with USA explosives scraped from a dud bomb. Never killed for the first time. Never got to find out there's a rush to killing another human being.
No, you can forget about scooby tabs--I don't think he's seen what I've seen or been where I've been. I'm not tabs.
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