He was wearing Millitary ID tags (dog tags). After spending my fair share of time in a gas chamber filled with CS gas, pepper spray is kinda week. I'm sure that if I got sprayed with it today I would go down like JP in an airport, but in 1999 I got sprayed on accedent by some dip shit in the mall that was playing with his girlfriends key chain and got me. It didn't do much, but that was just two or three days after NBC training.
My only experience with pepper spray happened in 1997 when I had a high school job as a gas station cashier. We had a canister of mace underneath the counter, & I thought it would be funny to spray just a little squirt if it into the air. For the next hour, all of the store's patrons and myself were red-eyed and miserable. I don't think there was active spray for more than a second, and it wasn't directed at anyone, but it wrecked my day. Does that make me a pussy?