I figured it was past time to throw up a new post and announce that a lot of progress on the blog is being made, an update if you will.
I had hoped to have everything in order by the first of the month, but have found myself working and re-working the smallest of details here at Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome.
As a USMC amphibian the tendency is to want to break things, and that I’ve done here a few times already – albeit involuntary.
Also, in true Marine fashion, I’ve found myself breaking out the ruler and measuring everything within the blog theme “uniform”.
I had so forgotten that the clipping of irish pennants can take time, thank God for anodized brass, patent leather, and clip-on ties or I’d never be ready for inspection. Where’s that working party at when you need one?
With that said; Happy (belated) 4th of July, and it would be the ultimate oxymoron for anyone (imo) to profess a rich understanding of what the day truly means and not be able to connect the dots. The deep, personal, and emotional aspects of it based on what I.A.O. is all about – so I’ll fast forward a little…
I personally celebrated by spending that evening at my place locked down, as I can never quite get used to the sounds that some of these fireworks make. Whatever the guys across the street had sounded like small arms fire and 40mm grenades exiting the tube of M203′s then exploding. Bloop (pause) Boom!! ALL night long.
Oh well.
Semper Fi.

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