You know all of bruno's post have had me thinking about the words we
use, and how others may interpret what we say.

Now I am not going on the CoD on my sheet, but there are lots of folks
here how it works. From one-zero's to CCT's and maybe even a FAC. I am
sure there are some here that still know what it is like to work from
a FOB. You work hard, you keep your head down, and your mouth shut and
if you live long enough you work with them all. Hell I am not that old
(yet), and even I had to hot bunk and rack gear with a couple of
bright lighters(but they are all pretty much C&C) but I was lucky...
working for Lost and (never) Found. I am sure there are those who
remember toe poppers and nightingales (like a bag full of m-80's on
holloween) ... for me it was more mixed gas and MarkV's, Mark 12's,
and trying not to do the Ph burp on a cc unit. Days and days of
getting wet, some hard hatting some free. Now I just sit back and
watch the tracers behind my house ... no **** they test the average
burn times for that **** just over a ridge behind my place ... every
night is like a quiet 41h of July.

Anyway I need work on the EBB and get the 55'r SS up for a easy cruise
of the new NMORS course east of town.

R

and even a little bicycle content.