As a parting gift my guys gave me my own personal t-wall today.  I couldn’t have been more proud if the Old Man had pinned a Bronze Star on me.  Seriously.  We didn’t know each other before we showed up at the mobilization station and we turned into a damned good team.  They did a great job of making me look good no matter how dicked up I was.  And I was dicked up often.

The inside  joke here is that everywhere you go in theater you are surrounded by t-walls.  I was always talking about buying one of these things for myself but never did.  The guys figured giving me one might shut me up.

TC