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Becoming a "pinger" |
I received a fabric-lined, faux-leather portfolio on the same day I had my high school hair shaved and a brass padlock and key hung around my neck. I spent that afternoon in the 3723rd BMTS, Flt 623 barracks getting to know my squad as we furiously stamped our tighty-whiteys and "pickle suits" with identifying markings and cowered under the withering glare of buck Sergeant John D. Elovich.
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With my ears toward the future |
That portfolio carried my red-tape through basic, into tech school, and through two PCS moves before the addition of a family made the paperwork too thick to fit.
I found it a couple of weeks ago, crumpled up at the bottom of our master bedroom closet. Recruits get messenger bags these days. Fucking hipsters.
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Wrinkled, but still usable |
I wonder if BCGs are still as hipster as they used to be? Probably not, or they wouldn't be called BCGs anymore.
5 comments:
Withering glare? Really? Airman, it has been many years. Hope your doing well.
JD
John D. Elovich
(yes, the same one)
:)
No way, JD! What the hell is up with you? You told us you wanted to go green and fly attack choppers.
I did, and then some. Just moved to the valley 3 weeks ago.
Which valley?
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