2 thoughts on “Pure Evil

  1. I was stationed in a maintenance company in West Germany during the mid 70’s. In our vehicle repair shop, one of the sergeants would ride shotgun on the final road test of a deuce-and-s-half truck driven by the FNG mechanic who had worked on it. The sergeant would palm his metal cigarette lighter, and a hundred or so yards down the road, start surreptitiously tapping his lighter on the metal seat frame in time to the engine rpm.

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