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15 May 2018, 21:44
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Was just looking at Junior’s thinking about mail ordering a cheesecake, two years already SMH.
Rest Easy Andy
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#462
15 May 2018, 22:13
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My friend - good thoughts, better memories.
Miss ya buddy-
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#464
16 May 2018, 12:13
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#468
16 May 2018, 22:00
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Miss meeting up with you in Mexico City, bro.
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"I know of no country in which there is so little independence of mind and real freedom of discussion as in America." - de Tocqueville, 19th century God made machine language; all the rest is the work of man.
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16 May 2018, 22:09
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. bravodelta: "If they start taxing lapdances, I think I'll call it quits and become a chaplain." Chaplain: "God moves in mysterious ways...", but ... well.... uhh... welcome aboard!
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#470
17 May 2018, 00:04
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I got a lot of good advice from Andy over the years. I wish he was still around to bounce things off of.
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"The real problem was being able to stick it out, to sit in an office under the orders of a wee man in a dark gray suit and look out of the window and recall the bush country, the waving palms, the smell of sweat and cordite, the grunts of the men hauling jeeps over the river crossings, the copper-tasting fears just before the attack, and the wild, cruel joy of being alive afterward. To remember, and then go back to the ledgers and the commuter train, that was impossible. He knew he would eat his heart out if it ever came to that." - "The Dogs of War" by Frederick Forsyth
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17 May 2018, 00:55
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All Hail the Helmet! SGT A/1/75 86-89 Ranger Class 13-87 "If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my children will have peace." - Thomas Paine
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#473
17 May 2018, 23:06
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He helped shape this place.
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#475
20 May 2018, 01:30
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SOTB you may be gone, but you are very much still here- amongst those who will never forget, who knew of you and how you lived, and chose to continue on..
This thread, this place- to me anyway- has reached hallowed status. Not only because of you, but the twenty-three other Souls here with you- all of you are now no longer unacquainted nor separate from the other, but are together in a gathering of brothers only you and your kin will ever know. It is beyond my understanding, but not quite beyond my ability to appreciate such bonds. I am humbled and offer my respectful remembrance.
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No matter.
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#478
27 November 2018, 16:26
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This sucks
As always I randomly catch myself saying "I need to call andy and ask him about this". Glaring reminder of how small our circle is.
I laughed at the cheese cake comment as we all have heard of his opinion on the best cheese cake. :)
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#479
27 November 2018, 22:32
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And the inventor of the "Pinky Test".... LOL
Miss you, asshole.
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27 November 2018, 23:22
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"The real problem was being able to stick it out, to sit in an office under the orders of a wee man in a dark gray suit and look out of the window and recall the bush country, the waving palms, the smell of sweat and cordite, the grunts of the men hauling jeeps over the river crossings, the copper-tasting fears just before the attack, and the wild, cruel joy of being alive afterward. To remember, and then go back to the ledgers and the commuter train, that was impossible. He knew he would eat his heart out if it ever came to that." - "The Dogs of War" by Frederick Forsyth
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