unconscious susceptible position on the gurney.  After a nice chuckle, I simply inject the actual passed out Marine with the initially prescribed medication, break a good ammonium nitrate ampule below their nasal area, as well as tell the now awake killer the brain surgery/castration/rectal exam has ended and done with -- not a problem.)Back to the helo crash simulation.Inverted, We waited for all violent movement to stop.  I took a handhold from the chair beside me as well as arrived at for my personal buckle.  It had been stuck/jammed.  Donrrrt worry.  I'd trained this to my survival college students and carried this out process thousands of times.  I strike the locking mechanism along with my closed fist, ensuring it was completely locked lower; after that tried to open up the clasp again.  This opened.  Cool.But the standard sleek, marine weightlessness I'd experienced in yesteryear had been replaced with the vicious surge to the surface.  Like the bug on a vehicle's windshield,
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