I was on a hill that had a road carved into it, using my surroundings for cover I crept up on 3 tangos, but the damn road washed out, so I had a distance of about 50 to 75 yards I had to race across to where the road was intact again, thus giving me cover from the 3 tangos below, I ran like the wind blows and dove into cover because the bad boyz finally decided to look up, only problem was I didn't see the family of cacti until my ID 10 T @$$ was hanging mid air about to land on some masochistic hindis dream bed, in fairness to the rest of the right side of my body, my right lat, entire right leg and inside of my right arm also was full of thorns, but just like J-Lo my bumm got top billing as the combat cameraman came by and just happened to see a qualified air force medic, leatherman in hand ripping needles out of my bare @$$! The rest is now very grudgingly history that keeps coming back to haunt me,,,