Immediately following a hellfire rocket barrage we used to destroy a housefull of cocksuckers that thought it would be cool to fuck with us, the pilot informed us that if we hurried our asses and Charlie Miked north we could make it to COP Blessing before the Minnisota Vikings cheerleaders left for some MWR thing.
I'm sure we cleared our weapons upon FOB entry...but I honestly can't remeber....we sped up to the staging area by the helo pad and managed to convince them for 1 photo right before the got on the bird
I'll never forget the way she smelled when I squeeze hugged her like a long lost girlfriend I'd been jerking it to the past 9 months....they all had on skin tight blue jeans with thigh high black leather boots, tiny little black t-shirts and black baseball caps....they were fucking hottt, in everyway....so we hugged took pictures, they flew away, we ate sandwiches in the chowhall and laughed at the strange irony that had just unfolded before we all retired to different areas of the FOB to spank it while the image was fresh and the smell of her hair was still rich in my mind