Sure would be nice if the folks that make the machines would donate one...I’d go buy a few Slurpees to help out. And if the military can get something as big as a tank into Iraq, looks like they might be able to squeeze in a lil old Slurpee machine.
At training we would eat this cake called something like Velvet Chocolate. It tasted like heaven, if heaven has a taste. Rowan once said before he died that the closest thing he got to that cake in Iraq was maybe some Wheat snack bread with some blood on it. There’s no I way can in good conscience not donate to help get this Slurpee machine overseas.
Hell, we felt blessed if the damned rains would stop, or we had Sterno to provide a smokeless fire to heat a drink without signally our position, or if we had a clean change of clothing once a month, cross a stream without picking up leaches or had enough claymores, M60s and 81MMs set up to sleep peacefully......
How the times and expectations change...
But — Iraq and Afghanistan pose a set of horrors that I wouldn’t want to face..
The enemy and the people are one and the same......with no way to tell the difference until they decide to strike..
Semper Fi