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Show 171 mountains of Colorado and New Mexico, or even the desert of Arizona with its big cactuses, they all just went xx by like so xxxk many water buffalos because Red was thinking about lunch and that kept him pretty good until he saw the palm trees in Southern California and it hit him that down there he probably wouldn't be able to find good brunswager and proabably no liverwurst. Still, thinking about lunch got Red through a lot of tough times, including being woken up at three in the morning by his platoon xxxgx sergeant to run five miles in his underwear with his gun and then stand outside with his gun over his head until dawn, except for that, Red didn't mind ixxx training camp because he was already in xkxxx shape, and by the time training camp was done Helen x came to San Diego and Red got to see kx her every night unless he had guard duty. Everything was pretty good for awhile. Helen got a job with the Bank of America in San Diego as secretary to the xsxxxaaxixxxasa Xxx President and almost every night had some of Red's new friends over for dinner who always brought and left their own place servings so soon Helen had a whole bunch of knives and forks and spoons as kaaxa heavy as lead with USMC written on the handles. Red signed up for the Marine paratroopers and led his platoon in almost everything including x target shooting where he won a dozen medals because he went through the whole shooting final without missing a target xax. except for two at five hundred yards because his sighting device on his rifle was out of whack. So of course they reassigned him to the carpentry unit where he won all kinds of favors from officers by building them box lockers for their gear, vanities for their wives, and rocking horses for their kids. They got him off mess duty and taught him to pitch horse shoes and play hxxaxxxii handball. They didn't have bowling alleys. Red got to be close friends with the Chaplain Captain Chaplain who was Lutheran and a great hanball player. After breakfast Red got to play x handball and after lunch, which was xxixiixxxxix Red's favorite part of the day, even if all xxx he got to eat was shit on a shingle, he got to pitch horse shoes. Red could hit ringers almost every time, especially if the guy in front of him hit ringers, that made Red really want to hit ringers, he loved pM+-M»g vingers on top of ringers and he loved cheating at handball |
