Weee. Later this week (can't tell ya when exactly) I get to go play grunt down at the pumphouse. Woohoo, a week of no AC, big guns, and (hopefully) no retarted Sergeants who insist we wear a chem-light in our flack vest at night so the guy 5-feet from us can see me in his NVG's...and by that I mean be blinded by me...and I by him. Brilliant
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