Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Because I Have to Be

When I gave you all the option to choose between a military blog and a travel blog for my second Blogger project, you guys were pretty much split right down the middle...with a large number requesting both (y'all know that I only have 24 hours in the day, just like you, right? And you like it when I come visit your blogs regularly, yes? OK then, oh demanding ones, I can't do two. But I'm flattered that you would want 3 separate websites with my ramblings floating around the www). So, I'm going to turn some Wordless Wednesdays into Military Days because, unfortunately, the less said in print about what goes on around here, the better. I will give as much detail as Captain, my Captain, will allow. There are also some fun Army rules that can be revealed without endangering our troops in any way....such as...if you are killed in the line of duty and you have sick time, you cannot collect on that sick pay. Well, good to know. Thanks for clearing that up.

So, today I bring you training photos. I can't say who or what or where...but Neal is posting them on his Facebook page, so I assume they are safe for general consumption. And I asked him last night. And he said, "sure. Just don't say who or what or where." So...there ya have it. Happy Wednesday! It's a great day when Chilean miners see the light of day and Kentucky sees precipitation fall from the sky.
PS...I think it is a definite sign that I've been on Twitter too much when I have to resist the urge to hashtag all of my final phrases. Maybe it's time for a vacation from the Twat.

Neal's bed. Not quite a king, but it's not the unforgiving rocky earth, either.

Preparing for....anything and everything.

Assume the position!

Weapons....aimed at the flag??

We've come a long way since the bayonet.

HMMVEEEE!

Upside down HMMMVEEE!! At least if it ever happens, it's not completely shocking.

This is that part where we whistle and sing "out on the range...."

Praying over weapons...or what looks like praying over weapons.

Annnnddd...now I'm going back to bed because I gave myself food poisoning with pizza last night. Usually, when I do that, it takes me about 6 years before I can eat that food again. If it takes me 6 years to eat pizza again, I may actually drop to single digit pants sizes. Unless I replace it with a filet-o-fish.

Happy Wednesday, lovelies. I hope you enjoyed today's slide show. It was Army Strong! Hooah!