The No. 4 (SAF camoflage uniform) is amazing. It imparts to its wearer amazing abilities. In civilian life, we would take care to avoid dirtiness, like check seats before sitting. However, when we don that amazing green suit, we are transformed into hardy creatures with heightened tolerance for dust, dirt, mud, etc, etc. Wearing the No. 4, we wouldn't even think twice stepping into the muddiest mud, lying down on the dustiest training shed floor, and wiping our mouths with our sleeves. Long live No. 4.
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Let me guess - you needed to go to the toilet but you decided to just shit in your pants. :)
Posted by Garry Huang | August 25, 2006 11:43 PM
Posted on August 25, 2006 23:43
Hmm.. Now that is a plausible inspiration for such a post..
But honestly, my ode to the No. 4 is truly sincere, with no irony (at least, not of the faecal sort) intended.
Posted by Weizhu | August 27, 2006 8:15 PM
Posted on August 27, 2006 20:15