GAS!!! GAS!!! GAS!!!
Back in the day when I was in the Infantry, we did this drill. NBC Warfare was what it was all about... and as awesome and awful as it was, I see that it was necessary... as it is still necessary to transition into my true topic! *Insert Devious and malcontentish laughter here* AHEM... yes, well... shall we continue? Let me just start up "Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles... Good, good!! Now, proper procedure for NBC warfare scenarios (Nuclear/Biological/Chemical) in Cold War Era training regimens was to immediately, with no hesitation, tear open the carrier pouch for the gas mask, set it on our heads, shout GAS GAS GAS, thrice...damn rights, I said thrice!! And then put your helmet on, check the seals etc and prepare for contact. Last time I was ever gassed in the Army, my trench partner, Private Homer (fitting name, by the way), panicked and dropped his rifle, helmet and gas mask in the bottom of the trench and ran away. As soon as I was ba...