Can't say that I blame these guys / girls.
I can't imagine what a whacked out place Iraq must be.
Here you are, some kid from North Carolina (or whereever) being told to climb in a fuel truck and drive it to some god forsaken place where you know you will encounter some nut job that doesn't like you, doesn't want you in his country and most probably will try to fire a rocket propelled grenade right up your ass.
You are in a FUEL truck, (hell, why not paint a bulls eye on the side of the thing) and you are driving it through an area where there is always trouble, the locals hate you, and the area is not secured. This is like a suicide mission to me with no justification for suicide. It's like, you're sitting there being told that this is your job to drive this truck to your pretty much assured death and you figure, "fuck it, I have no intention of being another statistic."
I have to wonder if Dick Cheney would want to sit in the driver's seat for a nice road trip.
I always figure that if the boss wouldn't be willing to do the job, then why the hell should I.
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