My husband, WD, has always had a love/hate relationship with the military. Back in the late '90's he joined the Air Force as a military policeman (technically, security forces). After his 4 year enlistment was up, he got out, and became a civilian police officer. But after a couple of months, he missed being a part of something that had given him so much pride, so he joined the reserves.
Then 9/11 happened. WD was called up and spent 17 months at Little Rock Air Force Base. During that time Big pup was born and thanks to Uncle Sam, he only cost 25 bucks. Total. Gotta love that military insurance.
When he was finally deactivated, he was so relieved to be back home working at his civilian job with the city police department, he got out of the reserves. But he started missing it too much and ended up joining the Air National Guard.
A few weeks ago, when his enlistment was up, he considered getting out once and for all. But then he saw this:
A Harley Davidson Sportster 1200 Low motorcycle. And this time it wasn't exactly pride that led him to sign up again with the Air National Guard (as a hydraulic mechanic on the A-10 Warthog), but that nice re-enlistment bonus.
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Ha! My husband is a former Marine - he's 50, and he's still claiming that when the kids are grown (!) he's going over to kick some ass.
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