As I got out of the mosque, a PK (Russian-made) machine gun bullet hit me in my belly and after that I don't remember anything.

The only thing I did in Afghanistan was farming. I did not do anything else in the country.

So far, we've received three dead bodies and 20 wounded.

Something that sounded like an insect droned past Ralph’s ear. He had an idea it was a .45-caliber bug. Better hurry up, sweetheart, Carolyn advised. When bullets hit you on this level they kill you, remember?

Flows of shit» , muttered Bat, «I’d go insane, listening to that all day. It’s just a river of ‘Hey, this crazy, disgusting thing just happened, and hey, here’s another one, and another, and another, has your brain caught fire yet?’ It’s like disaster porn or something.

I do know how to fire a machine gun, so be warned! I'm trained!