
Abella when we are leaving for a field exercise.
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Rodney, before 2 weeks in the field.
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Rodney, after 2 weeks in the field.
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I would rather ride in Hueys and Blackhawks, but sometimes you gotta take a ride on the banana bird.
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SGT Davis looks quite comfortable.
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The squad at Fort Carson, Colorado.
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This is Weston. He was sent to us as a replacement. He came from a unit where the NCOs cared about the feelings of the men, and always held their hands when going to pee-pee. Weston is a good example of someone who should be doing family intervention instead of trying to be an infantry soldier.
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Another Abella. He's from the Phillipines by the way. When he went home on leave he had to carry a pistol and machine gun with him as they were having one of them war thingys over there.
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Yes, it is a wig.
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Doing what infantry men do best.
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Who's drunk? Ok, maybe a little.....
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John, aka Cat Daddy, on the right. I don't remember the name of the guy on the left. We called him Cat Daddy because he use to be a pimp. I have never personally known any man who has done as many illegal things as this guy. The judge told him join the military or go to jail.
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Cat Daddy, James (a worthless scum-bag who almost O.D.ed on vodka & acid once) and me.
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It's only rock & roll.
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Cat Daddy ended up getting massive stress fractures and couldn't hump (walking I mean, not screwing) anymore. So he ended up being a humv driver.
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We use to play Fortress America all the time. Great game.
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No woman is safe when this much man is turned loose.
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Cat Daddy ironing his uniform. We all hated doing this, and getting caught ironing was something you tried to avoid.
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Yack yack yack yack. Ya know, I hear they can sugically remove those things from you ear now days.
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Skip Doggie Dogg, in those days known as The Doctor, decked out for a special covert ops mission back home in Texas. I can't tell you what was going down, or I'd have to kill you. Notice the classic Apple IIc computer monitor in the background.
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Nothing is hotter than a chyck reading a book. Or at least looking at the pictures.
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