We were exposed to the gas so many times we turned off the alarms, thinking it was fake, until we found out we blew up a bunker of USA nerve agent we sold them years before up wind a few miles away.
I fought for our freedom, of which there is no more.
I decided to do my laundry, hung it to dry overnight. Woke up gagging. Went out to see the air was black and my clothes covered in whatever it was. Oil refineries set fire we found out later in the day. Broke out bandannas to breath. Should have used Gas mask.
Burn pit duty is something I volunteered for instead of body bagging. I did that one day. We blew the crap out of a section of highway fully loaded with traffic. The first car we walked up on was a family of 4. Dad, mom, 2 little girls. That is not what made quit.
I quit because when I turned around I saw 50% of our team going through pockets, taking wallets, dangerous hand grenades, I start towards them and my Buddy stopped me, he knew what I was going to do. He said, this needs done and that is their bonus compensation for doing it.
Burn pit duty was collecting the 💩 cans all over the camp on a big flatbed truck, taking them to the pit, pouring diesel in them, lighting it and stirring them until just ash was left.
There was another pit, but it was mostly used to throw millions, maybe billions worth of our equipment and belongings we were not allowed to take home. That one was like a football size hole we filled, covered, and made it all disappear.
Today I have been lifted out of my chronic depression. It was replaced with chronic insomnia. In the past 2 months I have slept 5-8 hours a week if I am lucky. I can go to the VA but we have no funding for much more than a baseline physical. Today that was suppose to change.
I know….. annoying… last one…. Listening to…
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