Notes Fron Georgia

Special forces colonel- ramming techniques start slow and accelerate when close, "who does not want to get dirty?", point man, gunner

Former drill sergeant- all of his damn equipment, tall, chubby, mustache, balding, tattoos, looked like a real outdoors type of guy from the south who has a lot of shotguns

Army reserve captain, and navy officer along with sergeant holding on tight in back seat when I'm the sober driver driving them home.

At dinner in a fancy seafood restaurant with this girl, cant remember her name, she was short and chubby wearing a leather biker jacket and showing a lot of cleavage. Long black hair styled much like you'd expect a girl that was into death metal to. Overall trashy looking but had beautiful eyes. It was like looking at two roses in the middle of a swamp.

We ate at a fancy seafood restaurant just as we sit down and are asked if we are ready to order by the server:

"I'll have a shot of whiskey"

"Would you like a bourbon or a scotch?"

"whatever's cheapest!"

"Well we have a scotch that is fairly priced"

"How much is it?"

"3.75"

"That's the one I want"

"Okay."

"Are the rest of you ready to order?"

She had no money so the jag captain that we were with decided to order a bunch of appetizers that we could share and she could partake in. This is when we find out that she is a food tester in the army. That is her job.

"Oh yeah how long have you been in", the officer asks.

She pulls her hands out from under the table and puts up seven, no eight fingers.

"Eight months. Oh okay."

She then shakes her head no and says:

"No eight years."

"Oh", was all that he could say but I could see in captains face a look of puzzlement and astonishment. Eight years in the military and she had not advanced one grade. It seemed impossible.


Then, in the car:

"This is a picture of my husband."

He looked like Kid Rock.

"And this is a picture of my boyfriend."

He looked like a terrorist."