In my war, we coined a term to describe the guy who lived in Saigon in an air-conditioned trailer with access to clean water that didn't smell or taste like bleach, who worked in an area where the greatest danger was spilling a drink at Happy Hour, who took PX breaks four times a day to see if his new TEAC stereo system had arrived, who exchanged his boots for new ones whenever his spitshine was scuffed, who spent his days tweaking his Efficiency Reports to achieve maximum promotability, who had starch lines *sewn* into his jungle fatigues to nullify...
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Sep 25 2009, 07:51 AM
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