I had a helicopter scheduled to take me back to FOB Smells Like Ass (not it's real name) at 0930. At 0900, I was leaving the Back of Beyond Tactical Operations Center to go get my gear and go to the LZ. As I walked out of the TOC, my morning coffee and cigarette hit, and I figured I'd best go drop the afghanis off at the pool before I got my gear on.
Then I realized there was no PA System (we call it the big voice) call to tell people it was outgoing.
Oh, shit. (No pun intended.)
I had one thought and one thought only--"I don't want to die on the shitter."
I finished up, and by the time I left the latrine, the rockets had stopped falling. I stopped by the TOC, to really just check in and see what was going on, watched them call in air strikes on the point of origin, and then walked back to the building I am staying in.
All eight rounds landed between where I was when I decided to go shit and where I was bunking.