
Just a picture of the world a soldier sees. I looked through that windsheild with that frame for about 4 months until we moved into an airplane hanger. It was home. I burned a Yankee Candle on the dash to smell something other than burning shit and piss and other contributors to 3rd world stench. I didn't mind living in the truck -- I kind of liked the solitude, at least when it was quiet, and it was often quiet.
- Ragin' Ranger Out
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