BILL CRIDER'S POP CULTURE MAGAZINE
Fort McClellan, Alabama, 1967. I was at NCO Academy and on a Saturday off decided to climb a large hill with another fool. On the way to it I had to relieve myself and stepped off the road, into the woods. But not too far in. As I was finishing up I heard the unmistakable sound of a company of WACs calling cadence as they marched down the road, toward my position. In my haste to zip up I caught a bit of skin in the zipper. The combination of physical agony and fear of being discovered by 200 female trainees renderes me weak to this day.
If only you'd read that scientific paper first!
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