09-10-2007, 07:59 PM
O.K., give me 40 lashes. Same damn shirt and pants I wore for over 4 weeks. Quartemaster finally showed up with some clean clothes much later. At least I could scratch at the "mechanized dandruff " we all had by then with out
a problem. Only thing that would pass inspection was my weapon. I know you two are just pulling my chain and dont mind it as it is in the least. If we cant poke fun at each other we belong behind the lines. But, if someone
from behind the lines poke fun at us, God help them.. There is a certain "comrady in combat troops" that is unexplainable to others..