03 May 2007
My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours.
We’re coming in from the north, below their radar.
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03 May 2007
My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours.
We’re coming in from the north, below their radar.
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May 3rd, 2007 at 12:20 pm
When will you be back?
May 3rd, 2007 at 12:21 pm
I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.
May 3rd, 2007 at 12:22 pm
THIS is exactly why we can’t have any milbloggers, erm, milblogging.
May 3rd, 2007 at 2:09 pm
Were you over Mucho Grande?
May 3rd, 2007 at 2:18 pm
No…[shakes head sadly]…I’ll never be over Macho Grande…
May 3rd, 2007 at 2:53 pm
Looks like I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue. Of course, every week is a bad week to stop sniffing glue.
May 3rd, 2007 at 5:29 pm
Let’s hope you don’t run into a flock of flying chickens, or light arms fire tomorrow. Intel says that those are the only two things that can stop your mission in Daiquiri at 1800 hours.
May 3rd, 2007 at 5:32 pm
Speaking of which, where can I go to get a non-frozen Daiquiri?
May 4th, 2007 at 1:17 am
‘Speaking of which, where can I go to get a non-frozen Daiquiri?’ Don’t worry Kevin. Just sit tight. Global warming will take care of your problem. How do I know? Al Gore told me so!
May 4th, 2007 at 12:06 pm
Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue!