I have a nice remainder of this week off. I'll stop over at the VFW to rap about my stories from Vietnam for some free doughnuts. Like the time i saved sarge from a frag by returning Charlie's granade with my lucky tennis racket. "Thanks Novero for saving my life" said sarge, I humbly responded with "You could say its my racket" The platoon had a good laugh, but I wasnt exactly playing the roxy. After all, they consumed some Cambodian horseradish. Heh, Etch overdosed, and Baily shot Lt. Ryans in the leg cos he thought he was Charlie (good thing we had some of that sweet scag). War is hell.

Speaking of war related stuff, I'm building my wespe. but all of this is meaningless, because I'm just filling up text to show off this image.

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