"We don't need no stinking badges"

Aaahhh! I'm back in good ol Kuwait for a couple of days, you know I never thought I would be happy to be here but A trip around the country of Iraq and the city of Baghdad is just enough to make a man miss the blistering desert like the prom date you never got to sleep with but ran into at the grocery store all grown up. So anyway I was on a mission from hell! and when I say hell I don't mean the nice parts of hell, no no no I mean the bad part of hell, the part of hell where Satan rolls his windows up when he drives through. This trip wasn't bad because we got shot at or blown up, oh no that would have been welcomed compared to the weaponry that we were bombarded with for an entire week. This weapon of mass destruction has been terrorizing Infantry soldiers for years and there is no countermeasure. A womans scorn, thank god I wasn't the guy in charge this time because I would have gone about crazy and shot myself to stop the insanity. Nope unfortunatley for good ol SFC Toby Nunn of Bad Voodoo fame, he had the responsibility of telling this five foot tall convoy nazi that we were the killers and around here "we don't need no stinking badges". I don't think I would have had the balls to do it because man this lady was like "I am woman hear me roar!" Hell I can't even tell my wife no, so much for being a tuff guy killer huh.