We are flying on another unnamed Air force prop plane. Uncomfortable. I keep shifting my ass on the seat. There is no one on my left, no seat, just a big empty space. The Marine on my right is pushing me off my seat bc of G-forces. Can't sleep. In and out. I see a Marine in front of me bobbing his head. Something wet falls from above and hits us both. I can see that it hits him on his face. Another drop hits my hand. I look at it to see if Hydraulic fluid. It looks like water. The Marine wipes it from his face and puts his hand under his nose to smell it. It passes the smell test. He does this without opening his eyes.
We land without any kind of heads up. The plane doesnt seem to slow down at all. There is no turning,other than the stuttered bump, it stills feels like we are flying. After awhile we feel the plane turn. We slow down and then after a minute we stop. We sit in the dark and look at each other. Finally the back hatch opens. I think to myself, "I would never jump out of one of these things, maybe my testostorone has now achieved normal levels". They move our stuff out of the way and we try and get up smoothly, picking up our carry ons and weapons all at once and step off the ramp. Right away the air smells different. There is more wind here.
We file into a waiting bus. It is all very undramtic. The bus is full. A civilian on the plane bitches at the bus driver about the next bus. There is another unit of Marines there. They look tired. Some are females. They don't talk to one another. They look wierd and unimpressed. There is about 20 of them. The irrate civilian, turns out was working as a dj in Iraq begins to harass our bus driver again as well wait for the second bus. He tries to make our driver feel like he's keeping the other Marines from going home. "Theyve been getting shot at". The guy is an asshole. Pretty soon he will be home with all the other assholes.