Tank Life

At 53, broke dick, and angry, I would volunteer to run the wash rack, hell, I would man the ammo pad at TT VIII.
No pay
No benefits
No rank.
Just to be be close to my beloved DAT’s, one last time .
* but I get to dress all eccentric, nomex, black tankerboots with brass spurs, stetson, gold cord, sabler, .45 cal in the black chest rig. Gold cravat. Beard, or magnificent mustache.
With a grill full of Brots, and cooler of Heineken biers.

I will go.
Send me .