If I write Lady GaGa a letter from my platoon, do you think we’ll get one of those “Hey, someone in Lady GaGa’s camp read your letter and junk” letters?

Also, why is it that triple digit dry heat is somehow more tolerable than a humid day in the eighties? (Don’t answer that one; I did a paper on it in Environmental Science)

“I bet bugs wouldn’t fuck with us if they were life-sized. I’d muzzle thump every one of them in their bug chests.”

The Tuna MRE comes with three desserts and a milkshake powder pack and is, therefore, superior to all other MRE’s except Buffalo Chicken and *maybe* Cheese Tortellini.

Tankers take that “Death Before Dismount” thing seriously, just like all the Scouts here take the whole “I hate tankers” thing seriously.

Contrary to popular belief, there *is* a fate worse than death. Pooping in a porta-john and having the blue water splash up and hit you right in the poop chute.

Mistaking a clump of sand for a rock is a happy mistake. Mistaking a locust for a grasshopper is not.

These are all things I’ve thought at some point here. There will be more to come, maybe.

The highlight of my Spring.