A sweltering breeze hissed among the cedar trees soldiering randomly up the hillside. The earth and the grass baked to a golden brown as the white orb of the sun cast light uniformly on everything that stood. There were no shadows. It was simply too ... <BR><BR>To read the rest of this blog entry from The Jalopy Journal, click here.
hmmm Texas...sounds like i need to put in for vacation...and as always your narratives are both entertaining and imaginative.
if t's as good as last year, perhaps you will cheat the firing squad once again! Mmmmmmm Novembrrrrrrrrrr. should be down to 80!
I'm one of those Soldiers stationed at Mabry. If the bird fly's fast enough from Afghanistan i'l make it in time. Oh and if you see anybody with a maroon beret (paratrooper) welcome them home. These boys (and girls) have had a long, tough year here.
Yes sir. And it might warm ya to know that a big part of the proceeds of this deal are going right back into Camp Mabry - The Texas Military Museum to be more specific.
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