Today was the day...
From here, CWO-2 Scho packs his trash and heads to the sandbox.
This was the last night I could spend with Schoboat. We went with LBG and his fiance' to a birthday party of a friend of his, an aquaintance of mine and no connection whatsoever of Stodgy's.
I apoligize first and foremost to LBG and Stace, for separating ourselves from the table and not making an attempt to be sociable. I knew it was happening, I felt uncomfortable that it was happening, but I did not care. The Sir and I traded stories, made jokes, and laughed the whole time. Our last and only 'us' time.
After LBG and Stace left, leaving us as the guys without a bonafide connection to the party, we ambled over to the sole billiard table to watch a sixty year old man hustle a twenty something year old kid out of all his cash. When he was broke, both left. That left us an open table and a competition. 9-ball, run to three for fifty bucks. After pocketing fifty bucks, I played some 3-ball with Scho and Swalto, who joined us at this time. I give Swalto his due; he doesn't miss.
A couple hundred laughs later, Scho and I headed home.
I knew he would be out of the rack to head to the folks place before I got up and headed there myself, and as this was truly the last time I would see him on the 'us' level before he pumped out, I threw him a comforter, threw him two pillows from my bed, and said this:
You keep your powder dry and clear your six, brother.
Then I hugged him and kissed the side of his head.
You watch your ass bro, and make it back to the world. You need anything in the way of armor and I will have it to you and yours who need it on my dime. No shit.
Semper Fidelis
This was the last night I could spend with Schoboat. We went with LBG and his fiance' to a birthday party of a friend of his, an aquaintance of mine and no connection whatsoever of Stodgy's.
I apoligize first and foremost to LBG and Stace, for separating ourselves from the table and not making an attempt to be sociable. I knew it was happening, I felt uncomfortable that it was happening, but I did not care. The Sir and I traded stories, made jokes, and laughed the whole time. Our last and only 'us' time.
After LBG and Stace left, leaving us as the guys without a bonafide connection to the party, we ambled over to the sole billiard table to watch a sixty year old man hustle a twenty something year old kid out of all his cash. When he was broke, both left. That left us an open table and a competition. 9-ball, run to three for fifty bucks. After pocketing fifty bucks, I played some 3-ball with Scho and Swalto, who joined us at this time. I give Swalto his due; he doesn't miss.
A couple hundred laughs later, Scho and I headed home.
I knew he would be out of the rack to head to the folks place before I got up and headed there myself, and as this was truly the last time I would see him on the 'us' level before he pumped out, I threw him a comforter, threw him two pillows from my bed, and said this:
You keep your powder dry and clear your six, brother.
Then I hugged him and kissed the side of his head.
You watch your ass bro, and make it back to the world. You need anything in the way of armor and I will have it to you and yours who need it on my dime. No shit.
Semper Fidelis
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