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In 1981 we hit a taxi at a bell crossing near Fort Sill...the poor idiot pulled around a car stopped at the crossing, but he didn't make it any farther.  Impatience was coupled with alcohol in that instance.  We were setting out a boxcar of K rations, so we were moving slow.  Didn't kill him, but thoroughly ruined his wardrobe of that night.

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