bssthound
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- Joined
- Nov 25, 2001
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I joined the military to fly planes, drink beer, chase women, help kill our enemies (our mission),
We used to drink whiskey and f**k women; now we drink diet coke and f**k each other . . . . .
I miss my unit's being the reason for a tower at my RF-4 base ( TAC formation Split S to initial? No problem! ); where my RTU instructors told me I was going back to the best TAC Recce unit in the world . . . It was. I miss the camaraderie of Holloman, Boise, and my home unit. Cold ones with my bros who shared the feeling that words can't explain.
Just like Hobit, whenever I fly with a mil guy there is an instant bond that automatically makes it a great trip.
I went through Holloman in '89, right before Go-Rilla (Miss'ippi pronunciation) and it was a blast.
Now in the Reserves. Whenever we have a "careerist" come through the question we ask each other is "why the f**k did he ever leave AD?"
Plenty of queep but it's been a lot more good than bad . . . . so far!