the start of the second day of driving. or night rather. the truck is still nice and clean. we hadn't hit rains yet, so we weren't floating inside the cab yet...
the moon from the hatch of our turret.
after six days of living in the cab, we didn't really care so much about the cleanliness of the truck. especially since it'd been buried in mud more times than we could count and was nasty on the outside.
after six days he'd grown fairly fond of it and had a hard time saying "goodbye". the funny part of this is that he was originally going to pretend to lick the truck. but he slipped and ended up licking it for real. damn my quick trigger finger!
people ask why do i love the army so much. this is an example of one of the reasons...
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Oh, post photos more often :) Makes the stories come alive.
Caveat...what a cool word huh?
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