| | Byron wrote: Yes, and even more so when those Devil Dogs forget to change their socks and take their Motrin. I want the truth now, Doc. For once and all, I want the damn truth. Motrin does exactly nothing, doesn't it??? It's always been just a little sugar pill meant to placate the grunts, hasn't it? "Doc, my ankle's busted!" Take some Motrin. "Doc, my liver's gone to shit!" Take some Motrin. "Doc, my head's blown off!!!" Ummm....Motrin?
Really, I can't recall Motrin ever relieving any of the bumps and sprains I accrued in the infantry. I recall having a much better tolerance to swelling, sprains and bruises on a foot march if I'd had a couple beers a few hours' previous. It's all a lie, isn't it Doc?!?!
And another thing: why are medics so friggin' stingy with the good stuff?? (e.g. muscle relaxers, percocet, morphine, ketamine, horse tranquilizers, speed, methampheta....uhh...nevermind...: P)
edit: a funny little coincidence. I served in the 2nd Battalion, 7th Infantry Regiment (Mech) for a little over two years. SFC Smith was attached to 2-7 Inf. during his final mission, the capturing of Baghdad International Airport. My old battalion commander, LTC Scott Rutter(Ret.)--whom I drove around in a humvee for a while and got to know pretty well--is the fellow that recommended SFC Smith be awarded the Medal of Honor. Small, small world. 'Course, if things had been slightly different and the Army hadn't sent me to Korea, I would have gone with 2-7 Inf. to Iraq. I also would probably never have found SOLO on the net. Strange how things work out.
(Edited by Jeremy on 4/07, 12:09am)
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