At twenty-three hundred hours, we HALO jumped from thirty-two thousand feet, dropping one-hundred miles behind enemy lines, marched twelve klicks, infiltrated the compound, dispatched the enemy, planted the explosives, and blew the place to hell.
I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name.
Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world.
Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah.
And that's all I got to say about that.
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Sounds like a cool sci-fi scene
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Clearly nothing as cool as what you did 🙂
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So much action before breakfast!
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Loved the energy of this post!
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it and thanks for the comment.
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I cleaned up the whole first floor. All before breakfast 😉
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Great answer!
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