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SlantDuffy joined on Jun 29th, 2011, since that has made 266 posts that are still accessible today, 5 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, SlantDuffy has given 326 upvotes, and was last online on Nov 27th, 2014.

  • In IRL Picture Thread


    @#$%! I got bit up today as well! Like. SIX times. SIX MOTHER@#$%ING TIMES... WHILE I was wearing insect repellent.

  • In IRL Picture Thread

    @Penthus you handsome

  • In POs inthis theresd when your durnk OK

    drunk drunk drunk


    I'm drunk and posting in this thread.

  • In IRL Picture Thread

    @ponta 's doppelganger.

  • In What are you reading?

    Excerpt from Guns Up! At this point of the book, the main character, John, and his friend, Chan, open fire at NVA soldiers in the dead of the night.

    "Ow! Chan! Something just hit me in the helmet! Felt like a brick!"

    A numbing explosion blasted me forward. A frag had hit my helmet and bounced to the ground nearby. The flash stayed on my eyes. "I'm hit! God, I'm really hit this time! My back's burning!" I rolled left. "It's the barrel, Chan!" [John rolled over on the machine gun's barrel, which got really hot during firing.]

    "Johnnie! Are you okay?"

    "God, I'm glad to hear you! Yeah. No. I don't know. There's a lot of warm stuff running down my leg, and it ain't rain." Another rocket exploded to our right, throwing mud around us. "Can you see?"

    "Not yet."

    "Are you hit too?"

    "Yes," Chan said. "Listen."

    "I don't hear anything."

    "Neither do I."

    "Think we should call for Doc?""

    "Can you see yet?" Chan asked.


    "They [The NVA] might be on top of us."

    "Have you got your rifle?"


    "I think I'm bleeding from the groin, too!"


    "No. I don't think so. Chan, feel my legs. Are they okay?" Chan moved closer. He hit my boot. I felt it. "God. Thank you."

    "They're bleeding but still there."

    "See if you can get the gun ready, I'll call the doc."

    I oriented myself and pulled the M60 to me. She felt like solid mud, but nothing was out of place. I still saw spots. Memories of being timed taking the gun apart and putting it back together blindfolded came back to me. The only sound around us was the pounding rain.

    "The gun's ready. I don't know what good it'll do. I can't see or hear."

    "Corpsman!" Chan's call scared me. A moment later the call was echoed by the position on our left.

    I tensed, I tried to straighten my left leg. It hurt. A sense of total helplessness swept over me. Then panic. "I'll never run again!" I blurted.


    "I can't play ball!"

    "Hold it, you're okay."

    "Am I crippled?"

    "If you'd avoid catching frags with your fat head I wouldn't be lying here bleeding and having this absurd conversation!"

    The exact words I needed. My panic subsided. I found myself giggling and feeling ashamed. I'd always wondered how I would react if I got hit. Now I knew, and my pride hurt more than my knee. Heavy boots splashed into a puddle of mud behind us. My night vision was still a useless series of yellow spots from the blast.

    "I can't believe it. Hit you right in the head!" Chan started giggling. "Oh, it hurts to laugh!" He laughed again trying to smother the sound with his hand.

    As always, the laugh was contagious. I started giggling and crying at the same time.

    "If one of you isn't wounded, you soon will be!" The threatening whisper belonged to Corporal Swift Eagle. Another pair of feet hustled up behind us.

    "Who's hit?"

    "Is that Doc?" Chan asked.


    "We're both hit. Check John first."

    "Then what's funny?" Swift Eagle growled.

    "The frag. . ." Chain started to giggle.

    "It hit me in. . ." I started snickering. I couldn't talk.

    "Let's get 'em back to the CP," Swift Eagle said. "Grab an arm."

    "Think they're in shock?" Doc asked.

    "No. They're both too crazy to be in shock."

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  • In Pet pictures!

    @chou Grandparents tend to do feed anything that moves. Such nice people.

  • In Pet pictures!

    I don't think the amount of dirt you have in that 2 liter bottle is enough to sustain a fruiting watermelon plant...

  • In Fails/Frauds by the Mass Media you will never know of.

    I don't believe anything reported by television-based media, as their main goal is to get viewers, not to report the truth. They report what they believe will be "interesting." If "Soldiers Kill Civilians" is "interesting," then by God they will have a report, whether or not Soldiers are actually killing civilians.

    Sometimes, the media doesn't always report what is "trending." Sometimes, they shamelessly report lies to support an agenda or a cause, usually content that promotes the same views of their sponsors.

    This issue (along with gun control, the War on Terror, the bills being passed during media frenzy, religion, and the Federal Reserve) is a big fucking deal. Yes it is. Those who ignore this issue choose to be sheep. Those who are aware of the issue are different from the ignorant only in the sense that they are now aware of being sheep . Those who want to do something about the issue are terrorists. Welcome to 21st century America where you are either a sheep or a terrorist.

  • In What are you reading?

    Death sucks.

    ^It's a quote from the book. Two soldiers are heaving bloated, sun scorched enemy corpses into the back of a military truck. One of them stops and leans back with his brows raised as though he is visited by a sudden revelation: "Death sucks."

    The draft was a bad idea. It's sure does create a large military force in a short amount of time, but in the end all you really have are a bunch of mentally unprepared, scared, young, angry teenagers with guns fighting in the bush against their will. Mentally unprepared, scared, young, angry teenagers with guns fighting in the bush against their will tend to make some unwise decisions that they regret for the rest of their lives. That's what I got out of The Things They Carried. It makes sense to me.

    Having a sense of humor prevents you from cracking under fear, stress, and grisly sightings. Quite morbid, but that's what I am currently getting out of Guns Up. It makes sense to me.