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Madewithlove:
I was practicing my marksmanship. It not easy to hit a fast moving target

Madewithlove:
Venator venatur

When the hunter become the hunted. These past couple of weeks is by God grace am surviving. From battling the intenst heat, dodging bullet gwo gwo gwo gwo ngwo and calming the hungry worms staging protest in my stomach. It not been easy. Genesis of my delimar started, when some weeks back HQ said we should pack our bags and equipments we are going to Port Harcourt for reinforcement and reconnaissance.

Before 0600 hours we have already load our personal effects on the TATA (lorry), while we wait for buses HQ called we should stand down no movement again, by then our personal effects (containing our dry rations, tent, blankets, gas cooker e.t.c) has gone far. I went to mess (kitchen) to collect lunch they said "no food for us" that how we started fasting.

On a normal day I don't use to eat food from the mess I cook or I eat my dry rations to avoid food poison. My gas cooker and pot by now would have reached Port Harcourt by now. After much deliberation and consideration, base said they would only give us lunch. The lunch they gave me that day was the final nail hammer into my torment.
For the next two days I was having serious running stomach and pass piosion fart to kill an elephant. I thought it was normal fart I want to fart, I adjust and set my bum bum only to discover I have shit on my pants. I had to wash my uniform and tire wrapper. Everybody was just starting at me like Ashawo.
As I was waiting for my uniform to dry (advantage of Borno sun) that was the time BH said they should attack our base. Come and see how I jump inside trench to take cover. It turns out be false alarm. That was the time uncle snake decide to come and find food and what food tastes better than my fresh laps. Without wasting time I expanded two rounds to kill uncle snake. A feet that was not easy considering uncle snake was cunning. Fire ready, snake meat roasted at least it will reach me five days or more, no more watering beans.

Venator venatur(The hunter is hunted)

pek:
You write well

Madewithlove:
Venator venatur

When the hunter become the hunted. These past couple of weeks is by God grace am surviving. From battling the intenst heat, dodging bullet gwo gwo gwo gwo ngwo and calming the hungry worms staging protest in my stomach. It not been easy. Genesis of my delimar started, when some weeks back HQ said we should pack our bags and equipments we are going to Port Harcourt for reinforcement and reconnaissance.

Before 0600 hours we have already load our personal effects on the TATA (lorry), while we wait for buses HQ called we should stand down no movement again, by then our personal effects (containing our dry rations, tent, blankets, gas cooker e.t.c) has gone far. I went to mess (kitchen) to collect lunch they said "no food for us" that how we started fasting.

On a normal day I don't use to eat food from the mess I cook or I eat my dry rations to avoid food poison. My gas cooker and pot by now would have reached Port Harcourt by now. After much deliberation and consideration, base said they would only give us lunch. The lunch they gave me that day was the final nail hammer into my torment.
For the next two days I was having serious running stomach and pass piosion fart to kill an elephant. I thought it was normal fart I want to fart, I adjust and set my bum bum only to discover I have shit on my pants. I had to wash my uniform and tire wrapper. Everybody was just starting at me like Ashawo.
As I was waiting for my uniform to dry (advantage of Borno sun) that was the time BH said they should attack our base. Come and see how I jump inside trench to take cover. It turns out be false alarm. That was the time uncle snake decide to come and find food and what food tastes better than my fresh laps. Without wasting time I expanded two rounds to kill uncle snake. A feet that was not easy considering uncle snake was cunning. Fire ready, snake meat roasted at least it will reach me five days or more, no more watering beans.

Venator venatur(The hunter is hunted)

Steve0979:
dat is y I laff at u guys who always call soldiers illiterate at any slight altercation

OgiidiiHerbals:
Find tabaa leaves and plant in your surroundings,it wards off snakes from entering your house.

Uncletony:
Even a day old child knew buhari was a calamity on the waiting, Yorubas supported blindly because of his role in truncating southeast -northwest alliance. I wish all my people can see through Yoruba's treachery and cooperate with the northerns they far better. I would rather invest in the north than west

Madewithlove:
Venator venatur

When the hunter become the hunted. These past couple of weeks is by God grace am surviving. From battling the intenst heat, dodging bullet gwo gwo gwo gwo ngwo and calming the hungry worms staging protest in my stomach. It not been easy. Genesis of my delimar started, when some weeks back HQ said we should pack our bags and equipments we are going to Port Harcourt for reinforcement and reconnaissance.

Before 0600 hours we have already load our personal effects on the TATA (lorry), while we wait for buses HQ called we should stand down no movement again, by then our personal effects (containing our dry rations, tent, blankets, gas cooker e.t.c) has gone far. I went to mess (kitchen) to collect lunch they said "no food for us" that how we started fasting.

On a normal day I don't use to eat food from the mess I cook or I eat my dry rations to avoid food poison. My gas cooker and pot by now would have reached Port Harcourt by now. After much deliberation and consideration, base said they would only give us lunch. The lunch they gave me that day was the final nail hammer into my torment.
For the next two days I was having serious running stomach and pass piosion fart to kill an elephant. I thought it was normal fart I want to fart, I adjust and set my bum bum only to discover I have shit on my pants. I had to wash my uniform and tire wrapper. Everybody was just starting at me like Ashawo.
As I was waiting for my uniform to dry (advantage of Borno sun) that was the time BH said they should attack our base. Come and see how I jump inside trench to take cover. It turns out be false alarm. That was the time uncle snake decide to come and find food and what food tastes better than my fresh laps. Without wasting time I expanded two rounds to kill uncle snake. A feet that was not easy considering uncle snake was cunning. Fire ready, snake meat roasted at least it will reach me five days or more, no more watering beans.

Venator venatur(The hunter is hunted)

TalkTalkTwins:
I wonder whether snakes will celebrate in their own [b]Snakeland like we do when we kill them[/b]

Zonefree:
You japa when you heard it's BH, realising it's false alarm, you expended two rounds on this harmless, innocent and small snake.

Make I no talk wetin dey my mind sha.

Sonnobax15:

Nigha ,did you just say you wasted two rounds just to kill that tiny creepy creature?

Na wa...Your story is quite funny cha......

Nigeria soldiers and running from Boko Haram be like 5&6 cha . Nigha said he ran to take cover . See people wey we dey think say dem dey fight boko Haram

Bman2018:
Haba, this one cannot kill person oh


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gft8j9bwsw