In '04, we were ERO'ing some fresh Army dudes in Baghdad. The load was just about to close the ramp and door and some giagantic (6' 5" 275 lbs) army guy comes running back onto the plane. He had lost his MP3 player. We tore the back of the plane up looking for it, no luck. We had to press to stay on frag, and as he was leaving, with a tear streaming down is face, he said, "My Mamma gave me that." And he slowly walked into the darkness. I still feel bad for that guy, what a crappy way to start your year in the suck.
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