So there I was. Lead Husky on a route clearance mission. Responsible for calling out any explosive/vehicle/human threats I see. And I'm sick as a dog, barfing in a plastic PX bag. Not a good combination. So I hit up the Battalion Aid Station after the mission and after an hour of scratching their combined heads they give me Benadryl for the nausea. Benadryl. For the nausea. Oh well - at least I'll sleep good.