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          • March 17, 2010 8:36 am
            GPOYW -St Patrick’s Day edition (Its not easy being green)I joined the Army on election day 1992. I wasn’t thrilled, but I was poor and had no other options ‘cept for the local plastics factory. Come to find out the ol US Army wasn’t exactly thrilled with the nations pick of Bill Clinton as president. Come to find out many of the wonderful drill instructors, officers, and trainees I met in Fort Sill, Oklahoma were down right upset. None of it surprised me too much though.  I do remember being a bit surprised by one mans reaction. He was a kindly middle aged army Chaplin, reminded me a bit of Father Mulcahy of M*A*S*H* TV fame. One day he was in CQ talking to the Capt. He drawled sweetly “So it looks like Clinton’s gonna let all the damn faggots in.” He mournfully shook his head. “What a fucking mess that’ll be!” (true story)

            GPOYW -St Patrick’s Day edition (Its not easy being green)
            I joined the Army on election day 1992. I wasn’t thrilled, but I was poor and had no other options ‘cept for the local plastics factory.
             Come to find out the ol US Army wasn’t exactly thrilled with the nations pick of Bill Clinton as president. Come to find out many of the wonderful drill instructors, officers, and trainees I met in Fort Sill, Oklahoma were down right upset. None of it surprised me too much though.

             I do remember being a bit surprised by one mans reaction. He was a kindly middle aged army Chaplin, reminded me a bit of Father Mulcahy of M*A*S*H* TV fame. One day he was in CQ talking to the Capt. He drawled sweetly “So it looks like Clinton’s gonna let all the damn faggots in.” He mournfully shook his head. “What a fucking mess that’ll be!” (true story)

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