[ConorMacNessa]

"You CANNOT fail to have that feeling of rising to your feet and shouting 'Hooray, the Hero has arrived!'"

Of course, Old Sarge! I get that feeling every time you enter the Canteen!

Standing at Attention!

America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Old Sarge]

Oh, and as an "Oops-I-Forgot-To-Mention" Department memo, here we go...

THE BRIDE'S BIRTHDAY WAS SATURDAY.

The Bride got lavished with attention, food, goodies, beach fun, and food. There was good company, food, adult beverages and handmade cake after a cast-iron-grilled feast.

Oh, and did I mention food?

I'm talking shrimp in cast-iron, sauteed veggies on cast iron, drumsticks deep-fried in cast-iron, and copious amounts of adult beverages of at least seven different kinds (but not in cast-iron).

The only problem was, the beach soiree saw every member of the party coming down with sun poisoning. We were a wretched band come the next morning. The worst ones were Jailbait and Sarge himself: Jailbait because of her half-Irish fair skin, and Sarge due to his running with Fearghus The Wonder Puppy up and down the beach.

Pics, if I can find them...