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I don't know about anyone else, but when I was there (05-06) the cock plate was the least worn article of armor. Doesn't make tons of sense, 'cause that's the one thing I would want some real armor on, with bombs going off on a regular basis. Still never wore it.

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What kind of  thread is this?

I don't like it.

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Can't hear crap outta my right ear due to a C-RAM.

Also my lungs are fucked due to the 82nd burning scopeshield (prc 139) batteries.  Thanks screaming chicken dickheads.

No scars or missing limbs from an ied or round, thank god.

ETA:  never been in a "fire fight".  Never claimed to have been nor would want to.  You might want to re word or just plain delete this thread though.  Has the potential to rub vets the wrong way... jmho.  We can be a sensitive bunch.

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If you don't like the question, don't answer. I bet the people most offended were never even in combat.

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As strange sd it sounds, I don't recall seeing any injuries to the junk....I'm talking guys burnt head to toe

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Someone referenced slipping in the Porta-John, and while I was not injured, here is my combat shitter experience in detail:

In mid-2004, I was enjoying some down time at Al Asad airbase. I had just finished my last paperback and decided to mosey over to the excellent MWR library near the KBR compound. As I approached the MWR, I started prairie-doggin' and immediately started looking for a porta-john to relieve the epic poop that was about to explode outta me arse.

As the fates would have it, I spied an unoccupied and freshly cleaned PJ less than 100 yards from the MWR. Praise be! I immediately darted in an made it by the hair of my chin. It was a close call. I was grunting, heaving and pushing with muscles I didn't know I had and, quite frankly, breaking out in a sweat. Going from months of MREs to greasy DFAC food often had that affect on me, but that is not germane to the story. I am trying to make the point that it was not a leisurely bowel movement, but one that feels like it is cinder block ripping your asshole out. You get the point, I'm sure.

Anyhoo, as I sat there combating this massive load letting loose from my intestines (without so much as a Stars And Stripes to read) a tremendous KA-BOOM sounded and I thought the damn porta-john was about to fall down around me. In a split second, I realized that it was probably not a Glock, but a mortar impact. The next split second I realized that the likely hood of there being another impact was highly likely judging from past experience. My body, for once, reacted faster than my brain as it busted open the porta-john door and started running. I remember thinking I really should get down, but the MWR and hard shelter was less than 50 yards away at this point. Sometimes, you just gotta know when to go for it, so I didn't bother to wipe or secure my trousers. I just set the land speed record for the 40 with pants around ankles and all that Jesus blessed me with flapping in the wind.

The mortar had hit so near the MWR it blew out every bit of glass in it and thankfully nobody was injured, but I regress, the impact was so close it literally scared the shit out of me. I didn't even leave skid marks....

True story, bro....

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No combat wounds to talk about. Would you prefer I made some up?