403.

I was going to say your secret was salt water, but it looks like it's to late for that.

also the horrifying, mind-numbing incomprehensibility of deep time

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Doesn't napalm survival training come down to:
Don't get hit.

Actually we dig a hole and cover ourselves in twigs and then they pour burning napalm on top of us. After a while we jump out roaring and firing our weapon from the hip in full auto.

Wait...
Really?
That sounds unbelievably bad-ass

No izen, just no.

This was even more outrageous than my dads stories of conscription.

my father was drafted into a Soviet chemical weapons defusal taskforce

my mother could assemble and disassemble an AK47 in twenty seconds

my grandfather washed his hands in gasoline

you have nothing on the ruskies

My father and his brothers worked in shipyards, just like their father.

Basically, all of my male relatives from my parent's generation and before worked on shipyards. They used to have some great fun, though. I remember the stories my father used to say, where if you had a clean tin cup it would probably end up welded onto the deck because fun.

But will you work in the shipyards like your father?

Caek will work in the spaceyards, I'm sure.

Or airports.

i'm thinking spaceyards