Friday, March 01, 2013

Baba O'Riley

Cue the Who.

I leave now for Bacchus Wood Fired, Uncle Sam safely strapped to my handtruck.  All 70 pounds of him.  I feel like a young Lieutenant again.  Fort Benning is behind me.  Jump school is behind me.  I stand in the doorway of the Huey, CAR-15 in hand, ready for combat; ready to receive shots fired in anger; ready to return same; ready to do my duty.

You don't think you're being a little overdramatic?
Hey, this shit ain't easy.
Yeah, but it's a bar, not a rice paddy.

First rule:  Don't jump out of the chopper until it's skid is actually on the ground.  You never know how high the elephant grass is and it's counterproductive to break your ankle at the beginning of the mission.


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