The blacks have been at this crap for a long time.
Reminds me of Camp Radcliffe in the Nam where, in our battalion area, the brothers decided to christen a certain tree their ‘Soul Tree’ and whites weren’t welcome anywhere near it.
A Claymore one night (a long story) took care of that. There was hell to pay with CID all over the place for days.
But that Bro’s got the message.
Wow!
Thank you for your service, btw.
I’m thinking that something related to Claymores would be a very short story, on the order of milliseconds. :=)
Wow. That sounds like a long story worth telling.