HE'S NOT HEAVY-HE'S MY BROTHER
GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES AIRFORCE
I think I need psychiatric care. I'm trying to get into the holiday spirit but have a bad case of troops on the brain (out of sympathy for those so very far from home), so while I was driving in to the salt mines this morning, I had the military version of the 12 Days of Christmas running through my head.
Drill Sergeant gave to me...
Five MREs
Four claymore mines
Three ruck sacks
Two magazines
And a morning without PT
Anyone more creative than me care to take a stab at this?
Good morning, DBR!