Just before midnight on the eve of the new year, I stopped out at the FARP (Forward Arming and Refuel Point) to visit the night crews who work a thankless 12-hour shift refueling and rearming all types of helicpters that come in at all hours. I arrived just as two OH58 Kiowa Warriors and two AH64 Apaches pulled in for gas and rockets. I watched a dozen or so of my soldiers run to their assigned stations in the cold dark night servicing the aircraft as efficiently as a NASCAR pit crew. Within minutes, the warfighters were back in the air and on mission.
No champagne, no fireworks, and the only noise makers were that of turbine engines and turning rotors. I will spend the bulk of this year here in Iraq, but my gut is telling me that 2008 will be one for the history books.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
And here’s a hand, my trusty friend
And gie’s a hand o’ thine
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Happy New Year my friends. I hope your 2008 turns out to be an incredible year. Sgt Hook out.
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