dave lukins

Bluesman I'm sure he's going in with a lot of your "experience" in his ears ,and will a tower of strength when he's feeling down. The change in his demeanour on his first home visit will shock you,in a good way of course Good luck to him

zraver

grats, even if he is going as a Delta and not a Kilo. Just remember to tell him that if he is going as a scout his job is to observe and report, not be observed, draw fire and let others report.

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sappersgt

You've got a right to be immensely proud. Heck, I've even got a smile on MY face.

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Stan187

Bluesman give my congrats to Jr.

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Bluesman

Come up for the party, and you can shake his hand yourself!

Is it something you'd consider? You're welcome if you can make it, of course.

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Bluesman

Can't wait to see him with spurs and a Stetson...

Officer of Engineers

I've got to echo the Sgt-Maj Sappersgt. All I can picture is the big grin on your face. My compliments to your son, Master-Sergeant ... and also to his father.

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Stan187

Still trying to see if time will allow. I will certainly try to make it up.

Ray

Congratulations Bluesman and the same to your son,

I am sure he will make your wife and you proud.

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kams

Sir,

Please pass on my Compliments to your Son. Congratulations to you and your wife.

Bluesman

WELL then.

I figgered it's about time I revealed what our weekend in Key West was like.

Fun. Mostly. If you've ever been on Duval Street during St. Patty's Day, you'll know you pretty much wear a silly grin the whole time. Unless you're taking a drink, that is; why let that beautiful Guiness go onto your shirt instead of into your belly, just because you're grinning like a mule eating saw-briars?

But back to the NOT-so-fun part. If you're wondering why this story is in this thread, well, there is a lot of my son in it, and he was the topic when this thread died out. You know, how danged PROUD we are of the li'l nipper, an' all.

WELL then. He had one of his buddies that he's known since we were in Ft. Meade fly down here (we even bought him the ticket), and he accompanied us to Key West. Plan was to come back to Tampa and these two would go back to the other guy's house in Atlanta: my son wanted to move out and live on his own with his pal before leaving for the Army in July. Said youngster also recently joined the Army, so PV2 Blueskid and PV2 Bluesbuddy were going to spend some time together cruisin' the town. I told 'em to look out for each other and don't do nothin' dumb.

I should've taken my own advice.

Bluesbuddy shows up at our domicile at 0500 Sunday morning DEAD DRUNK, and Blueskid is nowhere in sight. Both are 19; under-age for drinking.

Lt. Bluesman and I head for Duval, last known location, with the absolute certainty that we're not going to be able to find him, no matter what's happened. We see a cop going into a diner, though, so we stop him to ask if he knows anything about it.

Now, there must've been over 300 cops on duty in Key West that night, and we run into the ONE GUY that picked up our son and threw him in the drunk tank. Oh, ain't I just the proud poppa?

ANYhoo, we went and got him later that morning, and he doesn't remember what happened, nor how he got all the scrapes on his back. According to the cop, he was found on a guy's front porch, bellowing for the guy to come out and fight him, and there's simply no way to know WHAT the hell was going on.

Bluesbuddy apparently had a similar adventure, as evidenced by the fat lip and busted front tooth. Neither young soldier remembers anything after the first bar, and getting their fake IDs taken away from them.

I gave 'em the Platoon Sergeant's Best Rip for about thirty minutes. After that, I gave 'em a serious talking-to about the 75,582 different ways that could've gone bad.

He's out of the house as of 1000 this morning. He's dam' lucky I let him go, and didn't either lock him in his room, or throw him out the door with just the clothes on his back, but he's gone now.

JAYZUS. What an absolutely Army thing to do. He's gonna fit right in.

T_igger_cs_30

Stan187

I don't get it. How are all the guys who go into the Army the type who black out. I know for me, I don't forget anything that happened and completely loose my senses, no matter how drunk, and I've been drunk enough to where colors are medling in my mind. Not to the point of passing out on a guy's porch yelling for him to come fight. Maybe people go thru some physiological change once they sign their name on the dotted line.

T_igger_cs_30