I'm back down at lovely old quaint scenic historical (hot humid mosquito ridden, snake infested, tick filled, dank, dilapidated) what once was Fort McClellan Al., no access to anything here but more of the latter but there is a beer store close by and I shall survive. When I get back I'll try to get some pictures up, we have a $400+ digital camera in the office I never took the time to learn how to use, too many smart kids around for me to mess with it. I'm doing the CQ deal down here again, on from 1800 to 0600, have 140 kids to keep in bed, been telling them ghost stories about cottonmouths coming out of the woods all around and sometimes into the barracks late at night, if ya'll think I can BS here you ought to hear me with a barracks bay full of 15-16 year olds late at night. Tonight will be about Jepediah Henderson, he's a axe toting mentally challenged institution escapee looking for his brother who was drafted in 52' but killed in an accident at McClellan and Jepediah is going to kill the DI who did it. He doesn't see well in the dark though. Well, gotta go, duty calls.
Later Ya'll
rk
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