Over the weekend The Cantigny Brass went to Ali Base for a TOA/Change of Command ceremony for the Air Force. We sat outside. We played well. It was less than an hour. There was cake. It was good. I think there are definitely some perks to being in the Air Force, but I'm pretty proud of the Army, especially the 1st ID Band.
Except my pants... That part of the weekend didn't go so well, and I am not too proud of them. My flap ripped off, you know, the re-enforced part on the tush. The thread-bear section by my back pocket finally ripped through too. At least we were seated and I didn't have to look like a ragamuffin.
I've had my fill of pizza for awhile too.
I can't wait to get on a Blackhawk and drop 100 feet without warning again. If I end up in the reserves, I think I am going to look into that as an MOS change... Or not. It might take all the novelty out if I do it as a job, like ceremonies in the bandfield.
I am happy to report my smaller towel and travel toiletry bags and Bug-Out backpack were perfect. If only they'd let Chief out more often, and for longer periods of time.
Yankees are up 2-0. Good time for bed. :)
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Love, Love, Love you! Great to hear from you! Opps on the pants. Any here I could send over? The Yanks didn't end so well, good thing you went to bed! We had the internet all drive back home so it went fairly quickly...hard to keep eyes open from Port Crane on, but we made it ok.
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