I was gassed once. It occurred during training maneuvers in my first (and only) year at West Point. To underscore the importance of a gas mask, we were marched through a CS gas tent. The gas was a mild agent (using that term with no small sense of irony), yet the impression was lasting. Try as you might to hold your breath, the cadets overseeing the exercise would force you to take a breath. Then it was all over. Throat burned. Eyes were on fire. Saliva and mucous began to flow excessively from nose and mouth. Exiting the tent, those gassed looked like human albatrosses, flailing their arms to get fresh oxygen into their lungs, saliva and mucous streaming from their faces.
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