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Back at CMU, several times during the final week of a project, a bunch of us would dream up of scenarios where we would be able to get out of finishing a project. A frequent one was running a pickup truck over one's foot. A popular one was to join the Army together. That's where the talk of platoon roles came up and as I stated before, I was never more than the radio guy. Sure I'd love to be the grenadier or the heavy weapons guy but when have you ever seen a small Asian man going nuts with a gatling gun?
So yeah, here's the scene. In the jungle, heavy fire over our heads. Squad leader wants to call for some backup. That's where I come in. Short little Asian guy, bigass backpack, thick rimmed glasses, I come running up, no worries about the bullets zipping over my head. I settle myself beside squad leader, hand him the phone and proceed to cover him. That would be me. I'd rather be Rambo.
for some reason, i'm convinced i'd be the medic. not a big fan of weapons, and i'll need those medical supplies, though it'll probably be mostly for myself.
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