Field Expedience (Temporary Solution)
Bad news: the transfer device I need for my camera is missing and I need to buy a new one. Good news: I found a special USB cable designed for my camera which will allow me to transfer pictures. It works pretty good, but the transfer rate is slow as hell so I still need to buy a new flash drive. I found the cable in the attic with a bunch of other old computer hardware. So, let's play a little catch-up starting from military ball to present time.
Somebody who means a great deal to me, whether she knows it or not.
PT Team minus Mike McHugh, Thomas Richardson, JJ Owens, and Pablo Santamaria.
Janel, in the orange, kissing my date Katelyn.
LTC Aaron taping a student who's pants were sagging off his ass.
Frisco, Katelyn, and Matt on the bus to Windham Elementary.
JJ reading to a class of 2nd graders at Windham.
JJ and Myke standing next to a cardboard cut-out that looks exactly like CW4 Guthrie + 5 years.
Myke, obviously taking a shit, at the Enterprise rifle range.
Ace and Jennifer after our rifle match at Enterprise.
Myke feeding Ace, JJ, and Thomas a cherry. Finger-lickin' good.
Took a picture of myself while I was feeling disoriented after the school play.
This is what happens when you arrive late. "Open the gates of Camelot!" ~ Myke.
Close-up of Myke getting locked out of the hangar at the AUSA competition.
Myke, Kevin, Ace, and myself after the PT competition at AUSA. We came in 3rd in the Western Region.
Not bad considering we had about one month to train. We'll do better at Auburn. Ben in the background.
Ace, myself, and Myke. Silhouttes at sundown as we leave with a trophy and two medals for rifle shooting.
Tiffany Lyn Keshel: "The End of April".
Myke doing 65 mph towards Dothan. Almost dropped the fucking camera for this shot.
Ben, Kevin, Ali, and Devon riding out towards Dothan.
Last two pictures were taken on Monday. We had half-days all week at school, so we went to IHOP for breakfast. The food was amazing; however, so was the price. We all spent around $10. Chris, Myke, Ace, Kevin, Ali, Devon, Ben, and myself made up the crew for that day.
"I wish I had a parachute cause I'm falling bad for you
And I can see the ground approaching now
But I'm not sure what to do
I feel like a pinata, won't you take a swing at me
If you could just crack the shell open
I think inside you would find something sweet"
~ Bright Eyes
Somebody who means a great deal to me, whether she knows it or not.
PT Team minus Mike McHugh, Thomas Richardson, JJ Owens, and Pablo Santamaria.
Janel, in the orange, kissing my date Katelyn.
LTC Aaron taping a student who's pants were sagging off his ass.
Frisco, Katelyn, and Matt on the bus to Windham Elementary.
JJ reading to a class of 2nd graders at Windham.
JJ and Myke standing next to a cardboard cut-out that looks exactly like CW4 Guthrie + 5 years.
Myke, obviously taking a shit, at the Enterprise rifle range.
Ace and Jennifer after our rifle match at Enterprise.
Myke feeding Ace, JJ, and Thomas a cherry. Finger-lickin' good.
Took a picture of myself while I was feeling disoriented after the school play.
This is what happens when you arrive late. "Open the gates of Camelot!" ~ Myke.
Close-up of Myke getting locked out of the hangar at the AUSA competition.
Myke, Kevin, Ace, and myself after the PT competition at AUSA. We came in 3rd in the Western Region.
Not bad considering we had about one month to train. We'll do better at Auburn. Ben in the background.
Ace, myself, and Myke. Silhouttes at sundown as we leave with a trophy and two medals for rifle shooting.
Tiffany Lyn Keshel: "The End of April".
Myke doing 65 mph towards Dothan. Almost dropped the fucking camera for this shot.
Ben, Kevin, Ali, and Devon riding out towards Dothan.
Last two pictures were taken on Monday. We had half-days all week at school, so we went to IHOP for breakfast. The food was amazing; however, so was the price. We all spent around $10. Chris, Myke, Ace, Kevin, Ali, Devon, Ben, and myself made up the crew for that day.
"I wish I had a parachute cause I'm falling bad for you
And I can see the ground approaching now
But I'm not sure what to do
I feel like a pinata, won't you take a swing at me
If you could just crack the shell open
I think inside you would find something sweet"
~ Bright Eyes