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So I work at the range management department just outside base.  It's mainly a civilian office, which ain't too bad cause they tend to have a little more fun with their work. I was manning the radio when Doc calls in from the bombing range.  He asks me to get the warden on the phone, so I do and ask him what he wants: "Yeah, I got an illegal." See, Mexicans try to cross the border through our range because it's a wide open area and they don't realize what we actually do there. I think he might've been fucking with me, but Doc said they used to shoot 'em when they tried to cross over.  Now they just take 'em to customs.  How boring. But w

Last night I got so frustrated I threw a bottle of sunscreen at the wall.  Except my aim is terrible and I hit the lamp instead. Just wanted to share.

it's time for me to say fuck the world. i met kevin the second week i got here.  he's three ranks above me, not to mention a sailor, so it was a little weird for us to be hanging out at first.  but as time went by, he reminded me so much of my brother i didn't mind our obvious outward differences, and didn't give a shit what anyone else thought of our friendship.  he even sat with me the entire night in the hospital when i had to go to the emergency room.  things were cool.  i almost looked up to him, except his uniform was always nasty and he never seemed like a prime example of our naval forces.  we drank together, played cards with the re