After a busy week, I had reseve duty this weekend, as if I wasn't already tired enough. To add insult to injury, we did chemical warfare training (a periodic requirement for all service members) on Saturday morning. A few hours of running around in a chem suit will do nothing to improve your disposition if you are already in a less-than-happy-place. The finale involved carrying a "casualty" to a casualty collection area. Naturally, he was one of the largest guys in training that day. Like the man says, you don't have to like it, you just have to do it. We did it. It's done. No more play-war stuff for another month, and no chem training until next year.
Wearing the gear sucks (it's even worse in the desert), but it's better than one possible alternative: exposure to chemical weapons.
This stylish suit is similar to what I was wearing on Saturday.
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