How bout a different take on things for a little while.
When I look back at what we went through together, it makes me wonder. What was it that made it so beautiful? Was it the bitchin' fury of our conversations? Or the hilarious hostility we had with each other? It's probably all of those things. I miss it dearly. I felt right at home doing what I did, and I know, I did it just fine. The nights when we sit in the freezing air conditioning, watching comedy shows on television, cracking each other up on the mad pranks we used to pull, we were family. I loved every single one of them, and before I left after the service, I found there wasn't so much to hate. Every bad side to them made them all the more beautiful. They made up what they all were, a damned good Troop.
I pin up the newspaper articles on what we done over the years, and one really makes me feel real special...
"I just spoke to the SOC officers. Their spirits and morale are high. They are dedicated to their job...."
Echo, you gave my life one hell of a roller coaster ride, but I never could've learnt anymore from anything anywhere else. For that, I thank you guys....
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