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Superb bonafides Buddy, but for years afterward, an unexpected bang would cause me to dive for the deck fast enough to smack my face into the dirt. My kids used to think it was funny everytime it happened.

I served 17 months in combat in Vietnam and I still find lots of change because I stare at the ground in front of me looking for mines (while scanning the treelines) and loud pops send my head down into my shoulders. I don't supposed that will ever change.

[98ZJ USMC]

I still find lots of change because I stare at the ground in front of me looking for mines (while scanning the treelines) and loud pops send my head down into my shoulders. I don't supposed that will ever change.

That's an acquired skill you'll never lose. Every time I go off into the woods, it's a foot patrol, not a hike. Every look at the terrain is tactical possibilities, ambush probabilities and association for navigation. Every footfall, is measured and sure.

It never leaves you. Oddly enough, being a Jarhead, the only time I relax is on a boat.