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enough for me in the supply arsenal) and a helmet that wouldn’t stay snug on my head no matter how tight I tried to cinch it down (small head...I blame genetics I guess). So, helmet practically hanging from my chin by its straps, I tried to get the attention of someone, anyone, who might be able or willing to help me out with my predicament...with no luck. I was also trying to be nice by not choosing to release myself and falling on top of someone. Guess it doesn’t pay to be nice. I should have just said screw it and done just that!
They all evacuated the vehicle as soon as each of them were free...none of them helping each other at all. I think if I had a couple Seabees with me they might have acted differently. So much for teamwork! I am sure, in normal combat situation, as a common practice, this sort of thing doesn’t happen. I knew then I was on my own, especially since all of the soldiers who got down were already out of the simulator. I hung on where I could with one hand and braced with my feet while pushing the release button on the seatbelt with the other. My ‘graceful’ landing was thwarted by the lack of assistance and the effort to protect my head, neck and shoulders on the way down. It wasn’t the first time I was on my own and it wouldn’t be the last time either. When I landed, not on my feet, I managed to tweak my neck, and had an increase in headaches over the next several weeks. I’ve had them ever since then.
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