One of my old room mates graduated to fuelly Vikings——and made a career out of it. Never could figger out why they let him in a plane. The guy couldn’t drive a car and or hold his likker either. Had zero manual skills. And wore reading glasses. I never let him handle my guns. Majored in English. He retired to a cabin in the woods and has rarely been seen since.
SpyNavy
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)