27 December 2015

Oorah!

My Favorite Jar Head has the help he needs!

Special thanks to a mutual friend of ours who put him with a fellow Marine attorney who is taking his legal side pro-bono.

He's in a hospital getting care and promises me a list of "things you think of the night before you're going to kill yourself but your friends talk you out of it."

Who'd a thunk that a chance meeting in an intel vault with some Army puke would end up saving your life thirty years later, huh?

Especially since all the shit you're bummed out about is bad stuff that's just ended.  It's all up from here, like I told you!
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