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There's not really much you can do in the back of a Humvee.  Threat's ahead of you, no matter how you slice it.  By the time you see anything out your side window, you're either done for or convinced it wasn't anything to be worried about in the first place.  Driver's up ahead.  Driver's watching the road, not that it matters.  Ain't nothing you can do, sitting there holding onto your weapon between your legs, suffocated by the heat, the dirt, your own body armor.

I slept.