One time at boot camp
, the drill sgt ask this one pvt if the M16 was gas operated. the kid replies no, we all get ticked off because we all get punished for his ignorance. then he ask the DS, "where does the gas go" refering to fuel like gasoline
ok, the times when we go to these ranges, we'll just be there in our foxholes, chilling out, minding our own buisness
then for some reason, every time we are there, these misterious short green dudes
just always get the drop on us. we never see them comming, they just apear and disapear as if mocking us
when ever we shoot one down, another apears seconds later in a different spot
things look grim
but we're motivated and ready to kill
some just seem to apear right in front of use, close enough to see their faces
we just started freaking out at that point
"get those little green
!" we hit shoot at many as we can but they just keep comming
. well, after what seems like hours, they just stop, never see them retreat, never find any bodies
just vanish like the way they came. we leave the battle bit tattered
no serious casualties on our side since we're all tough