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| i was in this jungly mountain walking down a dirt path cut from the brush, and i was radioing ahead to see what frelance amo sellers were there, and that's when i saw them, not the frelancers but... | |
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| down the hill, they were moving quickly-- not single-file, almost coincidentally together-- up the hill through the brush towards the path and even crossing it... | |
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| i started to fire with my rifle, but it was too slow to reload. i switched to my 9, emptied the clip on them, and did what i'm never supposed to do. | |
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| instead of changing clips in one motion, instead of tossing the clip with the downward movement & inserting the new one with the upward movement, i wasted time saving the empty clip in my belt... | |
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| i was afraid of running out of clips to reload with. | |
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| the enemy soldiers all pointed at me. one of them came over & told me what a doofus i was. i was winning the war, but i lost of embarrassment. the quality of life depends on split-second decisions. | |
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