So my dad, the twin rotor Army maven, came back from Iraq in 2004. You would think that upon touching down at Travis AFB he would have kissed terra firma, gone through a McDonald’s drive-thru, caught a titty show and called it a day.
But nooooooo. Mr. Being-In-One-Piece-Is-So-Overrated has been eagerly awaiting redeployment ever since returning from his Persian Excursion. Care to guess what he did over the weekend? Without telling any of his children?
He drove his Chinook-flying ass down to Camp Roberts in San Luis Obispo to do some weapons qualifications and VOLUNTEER for a mission to Afghanistan. Dude’s going to be 56 this month and he’s putting his hand up to go to the land of the two-way gunnery range.
…and people wonder why I drink.
I blame my brother because Matt, that jaywalking ticket back in 1990? Totally drove him to this.