As I come to the end of my Navy career I ponder some of the sketchy things I’ve done. The twenty year detour from writing is almost over… fingers crossed.

Grab a C5 with 12 of your friends and a shit ton of gear. Head to fun places. Leave the rest of the team in Bagdad and head up to Irbil.

After arranging a convoy for said gear, ride a thin skinned civilian bus into indian country.

Find some sweet sleeping accommodations at a firebase engaged in all night area denial missions. Meet said convoy in the morning.

Cross the Tigris on a pontoon bridge. Definitely a check on the war bingo card.

Act like you know what you are doing as turret gunner even though the gun isn’t charged.