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Just got back from the battalion welcome back party, an informal shin-dig that was pretty much mandatory for everybody. I have to say it wasn't a bad little gig. The alcohol was flowing freely and everyone was having a good time.
The absolute highlight of the night was this...My buddy Mitch, who so happened to be my roomy in Iraq, decided to go out of his way to embarrass the ol' platoon sgt by "introducing" himself to his wife. The best part was when he handed me his non-alcoholic drink (yes he was the DD for this little party) and sneaks behind the plt sgt and starts dry humping him going for the old shock factor. Little did he know, the Brigade Commander (who, for those that don't know, is a full bird colonel) decided to pick that exact time to make a pass through the area we were congregating at. I quite literally took a seat on the floor I was laughing so hard.
And I have come to realize even more that my company commander is the total shiznit. This guy, who is a backwoods Kentucky guy, showed up with a jar (yes I said jar) of moonshine to present to the armament platoon, which we quickly turned into a round of shots for every one around us that we though were worth a damn.
And to think, this was the informal party, the formal one is next weekend. That should be very interesting.
The absolute highlight of the night was this...My buddy Mitch, who so happened to be my roomy in Iraq, decided to go out of his way to embarrass the ol' platoon sgt by "introducing" himself to his wife. The best part was when he handed me his non-alcoholic drink (yes he was the DD for this little party) and sneaks behind the plt sgt and starts dry humping him going for the old shock factor. Little did he know, the Brigade Commander (who, for those that don't know, is a full bird colonel) decided to pick that exact time to make a pass through the area we were congregating at. I quite literally took a seat on the floor I was laughing so hard.
And I have come to realize even more that my company commander is the total shiznit. This guy, who is a backwoods Kentucky guy, showed up with a jar (yes I said jar) of moonshine to present to the armament platoon, which we quickly turned into a round of shots for every one around us that we though were worth a damn.
And to think, this was the informal party, the formal one is next weekend. That should be very interesting.