[IChing]

It was at Charleston, the legendary 437th SPS B Flight swashbuckling alcoholics

[gundog]

I was AGS, billeted in SP barracks. We had the third floor...never give up the high ground! They called us the Animal Generation Squadron, and rarely ventured into our world. They’d yell up the stairwell to STFU and we’d hurl cups of beer or piss at them. Good times.