One morning at 3:30 or 4:00 AM, I was rudely awakened from a drunken stupor induced sleep by a gawd-awful racket at my barracks door. My roommate answered the door,…
One morning I was standing outside the barracks in the company area waiting for morning recall formation when one of the guys from another platoon came running by and purposely…
I have affectionately talked. Raved? Raved seems like such a strong word. So no, not raved, rather, talked. Yeah, that’s it. I have talked about my commander at Fort Benning…
Providence Canyon State Park is touted as one of the seven wonders of Georgia, and it is also called the little “Grand Canyon” of Georgia. However, I know it from…
One morning, my baby-powder-toting roommate, Tony Di Anzo, asked me for a favor. “Yoh, Mastas,” he said in his NYC drawl. “I need your help.” “What’s up?” I responded. “Yoh,…
Remember my blog from the other day titled “Hump Day?” Well, as with all good things, they gotta come to an end, but that story just would not quit. And,…
Last night, was the infamous “nichol night” at Nichol’s Alley in Columbus, Georgia. I spent most of the day looking forward to the evening and the five-cent beer. But it…