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By day, I'm a Software Trainer/Instructional Designer for a Financial Services company.

By night, I'm a professional trumpet player.

In between, I'm a KZ900 rider


Me at my 'night' job:

Awesome POV pic! Welcome!

WhatTheFlyinFudge wrote: By day, I'm a Software Trainer/Instructional Designer for a Financial Services company.

By night, I'm a professional trumpet player.

In between, I'm a KZ900 rider


Me at my 'night' job:

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cool pic, is that the blow cam ?????

sorry i couldnt resist

i shoot chickens at airplane windows out of a cannon.

After being a diesel mechanic in the United States Navy I am a heating and air conditioner service tech. I also fabricate and install duct work in commercial and residential buildings and houses.Been doing it now for almost 30 years,what did we do before A/C came along? LOL! And my better half still won't let me work on her mint condition 4000 mile 1978 CB 400. Wonder why??

The last 27 yrs I've been a production machinist for McLean Vehicle Systems. Raised my kids, took care of my parents in their golden yrs till they passed; now tryin to live a lil life of my own; too many interests to persue, and once I have the bike the way I want it, I have a 67 GMC pickup to restore.

I get to be the jerk that makes kids read ...

Second year high school English teacher out in western Kansas. Sucks a lot less than the jobs that paid for college!

JEFFG1 wrote: i shoot chickens at airplane windows out of a cannon.

Boeing?

Eleven Bravo!!

Hoo effn raw.

I too have certain opinions. I concurr with this statement.

Southeast Baghdad 04----05.

The reason we sound course from time to time is simple.. and I will be straight forward.

I had a Lt. Col. at Camp Cuervo insist my grunts excuse themselves from the chow hall due to the salt stains on their uniforms. Hmmm this caused a 'Rucuss" as we had an E-8 formally of Delta. He simply explained that if the Ma'am would prefer, we could stop patrol operations in that sector at night. Which of course would mean more rockets and mortors would land near here plaesant littel air conditioned "hooch". We lived in very primative barracks like 30 klicks away, no A/C and no food (MRE's for two months).

Needles to say we never heard from her again.

So please be advised... If you were "out there" you are one of us, truck driver or what ever. If you were fortunate enough to be like the Lt. Col. ... piss off. AND I DO MEAN PISS OFF!!

I had one of the best experiances of the year when a Maint. SGT woke his whole crew up to change one of our Hummv's tires at 0300 (it had been shot out).. simply because we were "Infantry". That guy is a Hero in my book. He brewed up some coffee for us, offered anything we wanted. He understood. He will never be forgotten by me.

So it is truly about attitude. I took a Major out on Patrol, just because he wanted to go outside of the wire. He too is solid. Probably the only Patrol he did that year, but I like him.

This is a compliment not a knock. I am a pretty positive person.... with a few exceptions.

Dam I need some scotch now, you got me fired up.

alwaysbroke wrote: @ stablechaser35 -
I'm really sorry for that. It wasn't my intension to make anyone feel bad or to draw any sympathy. I'm just a blunt kind of person. I do hold you 88M’s within my highest regards. You guys were the biggest moving targets when I was there and were on the roads just as much as we (the 11B’s) were. Not to mention the fact that most of the big trucks, the same as our HMMWV’s, didn’t have any armor either. My base, FOB Gains Mills, was south of Kirkuk (and in the middle of the oil fields / no where) so it was always a more than welcome sight to see you all rolling in. I always thought of you guys as Santa Clause packing in the beans, bullets, parts and mail. We never had any complaints when it came time to run a escort mission for the 88 mikes.

I wasn’t around for Vietnam, but I’ve always held those guys and girls as the standard that I could only hope to live up to. I can’t even imagine what it must have felt like to survive a war only to come home and be treated like that. It makes me want to apologize. To come home to that and still be able to hold your heads high makes you a hero in my book. You guys, as well as the Desert Storm Vet’s, did more for my generation than I think most people realize. Not only did I benefit from the lessons learned from a tactical aspect, but also in the way the V.A deals with its Vets. You are leaving a legacy that I’m proud of and some big shoes to fill when it becomes my turn to help the following generations of war fighters.

Also, a BIG THANK YOU goes out to everyone that supports the military. A handshake, a smile, or a simple thank you did more for me than anything else. I can’t necessarily say that I will always support their mission, but I will ALWAYS support my military. As a soldier I never asked for anything more than that.

I could not resist after seeing always broke photo.....

Outstanding Photo! Welcome to the forum grunt!

I once pushed an Air Force "Security Force" HMMWV up against a port-a-john's door to trap a Lt. Col inside. He gave us s*@t because of our dirty/salty uniforms and "smell". Midnight chow at the KRAB (Kirkuk Regional Air Base) and he made 2 entire squads get up and eat outside because apparently we assaulted his senses. I had finished eating and was getting my kit on while waiting for everyone and just happened to see the same Lt Col enter a port-o-dump in front of me. I just had to f*@k with this guy and the situation was perfect. I opened the air forces humvee door, knocked the parking brake down and had several platoon mates help me push it forward until it hit the port-o-rockets door. Upon hitting it the man inside gruffly yelled "occupied" so I asked him "how do I smell now Sir?!". I can still remember some of the rather colorful and descriptive things that he wanted to do to us as we drove away. Back at our FOB my platoon sergeant made me do push-ups until my arms gave out....totally worth it.