My advanced first aid kit will finally be complete once this package I'm anxiously awaiting shows up. I will have all the stuff I need to give an IV and stitch up a wound, something I've been lacking for a while now. My medic bag will be bursting at the zippers just like it should, it's just the right weight and can you ever have too much stuff (that is labeled, inventoried and accessible)? I've thought about getting some painkillers for it, but they are really expensive to ship in and I can't be sure of the quality of that type of purchase.
I think I was mentally excited to cross this project off my list (and after an exhausting 2 hour zero energy trail run) that I found myself dreaming about Iraq again. After we raided a safe house we then took the insurgents prized item, a guitar. Apparently we never took them since they showed up at base in a low-rider (some Chevy thing) and were demanding the guitar or they would kill everyone. I had my shotgun out and the snipers on the rooftops were on target as well. One of the snipers was being loaded down a ladder on a stretcher (not an easy task). While the insurgents (who suddenly were very Mexican right down to the hair nets) sat in the car, General Sullivan pulled up in his Toyota 4 Runner and once he got out he started admiring the Chevy and tensions started to lower.
Odd that my mind would even let them into the FOB like that. I must be slipping.
I used to have dreams like this all the time, but over the last few years they have been less frequent. Normally there is a lot of death and destruction involved, but I don't think anyone died last night so perhaps I'm making gains. Odd for sure with the mixed content, but it still doesn't top the horrific dream of escorting Dick Cheney and 150 million dollars through Baghdad. That was a slaughter-fest on an epic scale that had me curled up on the floor for a while after I woke up.
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