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I couldn't be more proud...





Not too much time to write, and I have to be careful about what I write. EVERY single one of the guys in my platoon earned one of these already. I couldn't be more proud of them. They are successful by themselves. I will be successful if everyone comes home unhurt.







I can't wait to get home!
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Anonymous said…
Ran across your blog while searching Google. I served in the Army during GW1 under the 2nd Armor Division (FWD). While it is an honor to wear the combat infantry badge, you're 100% right about your team. I'd trade every badge, medal, and patch to ensure everyone made it home safe to their loved ones.

Honor, duty, country. Stay safe.
10:46 PM
Anonymous said…
Found your blog from a google search involving "Blue Falcon". I want to send you a t-shirt that we just came out with - it'll make you laugh. Drop me a line at Nick@rangerup.com.

Thanks for your service - keep your head down.

RLTW!

Nick
9:56 AM
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