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Good luck, Uncle
. Keep us posted!
--Josh
. Keep us posted!--Josh
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Good Luck Today, Uncle.
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Prayers and best wishes from all the guys and gals of the 712th Air Support Operations Squadron, the "Khuk Totin' Air Force Knuckleheads", we love ya Unc.
Sarge
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Shouldn't it be John E. Cash?
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After his story about meeting his old friend he's never seen before ( the 6 mo. old kid ) even kicking the bucket doesn't get him off the hook.
We'll expect him to report in one way or another 6 to 12 months after having left the bardo and returned earthside.
You hear us Uncle?
We'll expect him to report in one way or another 6 to 12 months after having left the bardo and returned earthside.
You hear us Uncle?
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lighting they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lighting they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Beautiful stuff and thanks.
Test complete -- barium to drink, iodine into veins. Results tomorrow. Knowing the condition of my insides I'm prepared for any eventuality and will sleep well tonight.
Test complete -- barium to drink, iodine into veins. Results tomorrow. Knowing the condition of my insides I'm prepared for any eventuality and will sleep well tonight.