Hindsight is always twenty twenty. One becomes quite aware of the mistakes that were made. Sometimes it takes awhile to realize that something was a mistake. These mistakes are often rationalized away as time has reduced the impact of them. Other mistakes hit you in the gut like a boxer almost immediately after you make them.

In his quest to find a toilet Dave somewhat mindlessly wandered through hallways and stairways and doorways that were not intended for him to wander through. After several minutes of locked doors and not finding a bathroom he failed to notice that one particular doorway very closely resembled a hatch. A hatch complete with an aircraft type door. Nor did he notice the second hatch just a few feet further in making the room resemble an airlock. What he did notice when his mind stopped thinking about sphincter control for a second, was the large crates stacked in the room he just entered.

He figured this must have been what his trailer was loaded with. Large crates marked with a familiar company name “General Electric”. Whilst musing to himself that this was an awful lot of secrecy and security for a load of household appliances he then noticed another set of letters stamped on the crates. “GAU-8”. He nearly lost his battle for sphincter control right then and there. He heard the song begin to play in his head, “God… Fucking Damnit Dave….”.

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Dave was no expert on the United States military, but he did have a little bit of knowledge. He was a fan of fighter jets and flight in general although the act of being in the air himself gave him pangs of anxiety about deceleration sickness. One of the things he knew was that the GAU-8 was the thirty millimeter gatling style cannon that the A-10 Warthog was built around. It was a beast of a weapon and the bane of ground base armored weapons and transports everywhere. He saw at least six crates from where he was standing.

This is where the immediate gut punch of, “OH…..I FUCKED UP” hit him squarely in the balls. His inner monologue decided that now would be a great time to go on a rant. “Was I just complicit in weapons smuggling? Have I just gotten myself into a world of shit? You know there was a reason that the rude security guard told you to stay in your truck right? If you had a girlfriend or wife she’d be calling you a dumbass right about now.” All of which became nearly immediately worse as he heard a noise that his brain knew were doors closing.

“Ok Dave, get your ass in gear and get back to the truck” he whispered to himself. The lights in the room he was in suddenly turned off leaving only a few small points of glow from near the edges of the room. Now nearly blind he turned to go back the way he came when he was suddenly, and rather violently, pulled down to the floor of the room smacking his head off the deck. As darkness began to fill his vision and consciousness leaving for a vacation his last thought was… “OF COURSE”