Driven revisited

Posted By Driven

My nickname is actually just Driven, I put Null (it means nothing) in the last name field because it requires something there and I hadn't figured out how to not show a last name yet. 

I guess I can let you know a little bit more about me.

I am 26 years old, the most junior of the writers on this blog it appears.  I am still on active duty and I am just a lowly team-leader in the 82nd.  I once shot myself with a M-203 grenade launcher, on accident (who knew those things could bounce right back at you anyway?).  My guardian angel has a sense of humor.

In order for you to understand exactly what I mean I'm going to tell you about how my life was saved once by... well just read what happened.  Be warned there is some blood and language.

One day me and my team were in the DFAC (dinning facility) they wanted ice cream but we were late for a brief. Being the kind hearted softy that I am I compromised and made them get it to go. As we were walking out of the DFAC (my SAW gunner was complaining how hand scooped with sprinkles on top would have been so much better) when a rocket hit outside on the sidewalk.

It hit about where we would have been if we hadn't stopped to pick up ice cream.

We turned around to head back into the DFAC and a second round hit the ice cream bar, where we would have been if we had stopped to get hand scooped with sprinkles on top. 

I said something to the effect of "Well, alright, RUN!"

We got to a nearby bunker as quickly as possible. After a few seconds the rounds stopped raining and the dust settled.  The guy standing next to me says "Ah shit, I'm hit." He had blood on his hands and it was running down his legs. Then about 5 other people said the same thing one after another.

Everyone lived, no one so much as lost a finger or a toe but I'll always remember the day I was saved by ice cream "to go".  As for those soldiers who where injured, they suffered a few minor cuts from shrapnel and recovered with in days.  No one from my team was hurt.  Both rounds were close enough that my ears were ringing for two days.

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Driven revisited

My nickname is actually just Driven, I put Null (it means nothing) in the last name field because it requires something there and I hadn't figured out how to not show a last name yet. 

I guess I can let you know a little bit more about me.

I am 26 years old, the most junior of the writers on this blog it appears.  I am still on active duty and I am just a lowly team-leader in the 82nd.  I once shot myself with a M-203 grenade launcher, on accident (who knew those things could bounce right back at you anyway?).  My guardian angel has a sense of humor.

In order for you to understand exactly what I mean I'm going to tell you about how my life was saved once by... well just read what happened.  Be warned there is some blood and language.

One day me and my team were in the DFAC (dinning facility) they wanted ice cream but we were late for a brief. Being the kind hearted softy that I am I compromised and made them get it to go. As we were walking out of the DFAC (my SAW gunner was complaining how hand scooped with sprinkles on top would have been so much better) when a rocket hit outside on the sidewalk.

It hit about where we would have been if we hadn't stopped to pick up ice cream.

We turned around to head back into the DFAC and a second round hit the ice cream bar, where we would have been if we had stopped to get hand scooped with sprinkles on top. 

I said something to the effect of "Well, alright, RUN!"

We got to a nearby bunker as quickly as possible. After a few seconds the rounds stopped raining and the dust settled.  The guy standing next to me says "Ah shit, I'm hit." He had blood on his hands and it was running down his legs. Then about 5 other people said the same thing one after another.

Everyone lived, no one so much as lost a finger or a toe but I'll always remember the day I was saved by ice cream "to go".  As for those soldiers who where injured, they suffered a few minor cuts from shrapnel and recovered with in days.  No one from my team was hurt.  Both rounds were close enough that my ears were ringing for two days.

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