I signed in off PCS leave late in the afternoon and I have to say it feels great to be back here, maroon beret and all.
I'm driving home, and I see this F-150 zoom past me with a "GPS" sticker. "I gotta get this guy one of my, 'My Brother is a Dirty Leg' bumper stickers," I think.
Seems that I followed him into my own neighborhood! The Taliban Hunter and I live yards away. WTF?!
Small world, smaller Army.