Congratulations Mob, as I know you have endured some extraordinarily tough and arduous times, probably both military related and otherwise. Anyway. Pull up a sand bag and we will swap stories. All i will say at this point is that I passed out from training and went on a night long drinking binge with my buddies. As hammered as we were, we were stilled kicked out of bed, packed and run to the next area of the camp for phase FINAL of the training. bastard DI’s!!! So, have a beer on me and feel very fucking proud of yourself.

Future: A rifle and small arms shoot out followed by beer and a gig. What ya say?