
Here's a couple of soldiers from Castle Heights Military Academy who would have fit right in at Camp Bucca. They'd have probably sprung for the Rid. Second row from top, all the way to the right; amused: Duane. Third row from the top, two from the left; mopey as usual: Gregg.
Wail on, Skydog!
I never knew....
Posted by: Carl in Atlanta at February 9, 2005 06:56 AMTheir daddy was career Army. He was murdered while on active duty by a hitchhiker. Their mom boarded them in military school while she went to college and then got herself a job in Daytona. Then she brought them down to Florida. When Duane's disciplinary problems started kicking in, they got sent back to the academy a couple of times.
Posted by: Donnah at February 9, 2005 09:07 AMWasn't their dads murder on Christmas day too?
Posted by: greg at February 9, 2005 02:08 PMI couldn't remember if it was Christmas day, or the day after Christmas.
Posted by: Donnah at February 9, 2005 02:39 PM