Black Sinatra
Raised Glass to the Squandered Potentials..
Did some time in East Africa too. I was attached with MEU teams mostly...Eritrea, Yemen, all that. This was back in 04. It was mostly Marines and Foreign Spec Ops back then tho. Quick story
Before they expanded on Camp Lemonier, we would have to do PT tests on a 5 mile trail that ran along the flight line. If you run all the way out...the bush got denser, trail got narrower, you damn near really off camp. I was running back one time and heard movement in the brush
...I knew wasn't shyt out here but the ocean and animals...
. I'm dehydrated so I basically just trotting, and I hear one of them laughs that don't mean funny
...nah it's one of them laughs that killed Mufasa my nikka
. That creature was pacing me. I had like 3 miles back to go. Panic sets in, I activate those endorphin's and use that adrenaline.....and I muster up my best "get the fukk outta here"
shyt sounded weak sauce, I didn't need to have fangs or smell fear to know that I looked like a easy 3 piece at this point. I end up making it to a water point, grab a handful and started throwing them shyts over the raggedy wire that was protecting me from a closed casket funeral. Eventually I make it within earshot of the CH-53 take off and landing..so that must of scared em off. I later get word that a pack of hyenas had been disposed of as a nuisance to camp. 
Be happy to be in the motherland and get ate brehs.
Before they expanded on Camp Lemonier, we would have to do PT tests on a 5 mile trail that ran along the flight line. If you run all the way out...the bush got denser, trail got narrower, you damn near really off camp. I was running back one time and heard movement in the brush
...I knew wasn't shyt out here but the ocean and animals.... I'm dehydrated so I basically just trotting, and I hear one of them laughs that don't mean funny...nah it's one of them laughs that killed Mufasa my nikka. That creature was pacing me. I had like 3 miles back to go. Panic sets in, I activate those endorphin's and use that adrenaline.....and I muster up my best "get the fukk outta here" shyt sounded weak sauce, I didn't need to have fangs or smell fear to know that I looked like a easy 3 piece at this point. I end up making it to a water point, grab a handful and started throwing them shyts over the raggedy wire that was protecting me from a closed casket funeral. Eventually I make it within earshot of the CH-53 take off and landing..so that must of scared em off. I later get word that a pack of hyenas had been disposed of as a nuisance to camp. Be happy to be in the motherland and get ate brehs.
at that shyt though. Better be some perks to that shyt. I heard they took away the hazardous duty pay and all that shyt. That whole country smelled like shyt except for the kempinski 
Is it still tax free out there?
