For me it was May 2, 2011, shortly after 1:00 am. We went in hot and we went in fast into that compound and within minutes, that militant bearded al-Qaeda turdbass lay dead in front of me. We hauled his lifeless, shower-less-for-months (Seriously, is this why these people hate us? Because we can afford to bathe?) body to the chopper and within second of listening to whir of the blades after the wheels up call, the shocked look on his face from when I put a couple of rounds in his forehead still playing in my mind. Normally after a night of terminating with extreme prejudice we celebrate in the extract vehicle with cigars or cigarettes as a glory smoke but on that night I had no desire. Instead I pulled out my favorite Razzleberry Hubba Bubba Gum e-juice and vaped the night away. That was when I knew I was a vaper....and a hell of a shot.