Dear Holmes,
I don’t know whether you remember Halloween of ’83, but things were scary where I was. Only days after terrorists had attacked the Marine barracks in Lebanon, Uncle Sam was striking back where it would really count: in Grenada. Scoff if you want, but we in the 82nd Airborne were sweating in our Kevlar helmets, parachuting onto the runway of the Point Salines airport after deciding the water was too brisk for a beach landing. It seems hard to believe, but none of us even thought we might be among the nineteen boys who weren’t going to make it home. Holmes, you pussy, I hope you never know how naked and helpless a man can feel walking around with just an M16A1 5.56mm assault rifle and an M203 40mm grenade launcher. God help me, it still brings me back every time I hear sniper fire.
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I would not let the chickens cross the antidote road because I was already hospitlized for trying to say this!-Brad McFall
[This message has been edited by MrHambre, 09-16-2003]