Fuck R2D2
I was an enlisted Scout Observer in 58c's. That little electronic bastard took my jerb and got me stuck in a Mech Bn's Scout Plt.
All change. Don't you know that when you play at this level there's no ordinary venue. It's Ft Knox, or Hood…or this place.
The Green is going to be an interesting place brother. I ran into some young troopers awhile back. They were appalled by the condition of my Stetson, which appalled me.
In my day, your whole platoon broke your Stetson in for you in various hideous and barbaric ways, we formed, shaped and hardened them by drinking beer out of them, etc.
I saw one recruiter who had one in his office in clear plastic box. I swear to god the Cav Store price tag was still attatched.
Kek points for calling a mark who doesn't know he's a mark, a mark.
Is it wrong that I've constructed a hide in my backyard to keep eyes on the shady looking Mexican that moved into the house behind mine?
Which is really fucking stupid if your legit biggest threat is "domestic extremism" and you have at least two generations of combat vets at large in the population. Milley makes Wesley Clark look intelligent.
It's a wetback. I got no problem with legal beaners except the accordian music on Sunday mornings.