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Company G-1
Nestled
cozily under the guns of the South Guard Room live a gay and motley
crew--the "only
normal sized men
in the Corps." By day we surged forth, always at the last possible minute to
collect drill streamers, BTP's and "red tenths" with breathtaking ease
-- never
failing to return in time for that precious Brown Boy Interlude just before supper.
Taps found our hallowed halls strangely silent, and only an extra vigilant O.C. would
hearken to the hiss of a shower, the muted rattle of a roulette wheel, the screech of
chalk -- small sounds betraying feverish activity. We met the T.D. and they were
our's -- Engineers
(Dust!), Navy (Gear Adrift) and even the Armor with its firepower, mobility,
shock action, and critical laundry lists.
This
was G-1-- the Greatest!
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