Fueled by whiskey and boredom, I toured Netflix tonight, and found a classic that I remember watching when it came out (or at least, when it was at the base theater).
You must all watch this (again, I hope) soon. That is an order.
I’m an Air Force brat, and spent several years in the Air Force myself…so realize that 1/2 of all Air Force bases are actually old Army Forts, and the fact that the USAF and the USA are really just fraternal twins anyhow*. That said, the first 50 minutes of the movie were really just an amazing trip down memory lane. At minute 57, I may have sprouted a non-porn induced boner. My apologies. In any case, it is not a perfect movie…but damn, the first hour is fantastic, and the second hour is simplistic, but still enjoyable.
My take-away from this is that I do, indeed, need to acquire a tank. I also need to remind the family that I will be there for them tooth and nail all the way. The wife got a great reminder of this a few weeks ago, but that’s another story. Meanwhile, I’m still looking for an affordable tank.
*(what’s the difference between a pilot and a grunt? One thinks he’s 10 ft tall and bulletproof, with a 9 inch dick, and a liver capable of soaking up anything. The other…is the same, but his shit don’t stink.)