Last night (Friday), my unit had a Hail and Farewell that I had to go to. (Obviously, because I was getting Farewelled.) It started at 6 PM and was to continue until whenever. Biz showed up thankfully, because I would have been bored out of my mind if he hadn't. (I hate doing unit functions. After all, I see these guys all day, everyday, why would I want to be around them after work. There are a few exceptions.) And had to wait until I was called to be farewelled and then wait for all of them to be done before I could leave. Well, we finally get down to it and I'm called up. My Platoon Sergeant, the Big L, gives his little speech about how much help I've been to the unit, how he's enjoyed working with me,blah, blah, blah. And he actually sounded almost sincere. And he hands me the box that my statue is in. (Everyone else has been handed the statue, not the box.) I open the box and pull out the statue, or rather, I pull out the horse part. It seems that mine is broken. (Hmm. I'm not saying it was done on purpose, but....) Anyway, at least it saved me from making a speech that probably wouldn't have gone over too well. Here's a pic of it:
As you can see, its a pretty nice statue. And no, its not fixed yet, I'll have to wait until I get back to the States before I'll be able to do that. But, the plaque reads:SSG Geoffrey R. Wood
E Co. 160th SOAR(A)
June 2005-June 2006
"Hooker"
E Co. 160th SOAR(A)
June 2005-June 2006
"Hooker"
Everyone gets a nickname on their plaque, and I have Biz to thank for mine. Funny thing is that no one else in the unit knows what it really about. They think they do. After all, Biz is the only one that calls me that. And it only has to do with this site, nothing else.
Back to the story. We wait till everyone is done and leave at around 9 PM. We were supposed to meet NB at Biz's place at 8:30 and were obviously running late. We finally get there at a little after 9:15. Do a little pregame drinking and listening to music. I hadn't seen NB for a few months, and man, has she lost weight. She was thin before, but now she's too thin. She asked me how I thought she looked and I had to tell her that she looked sickly. She looked a little hurt until I told her that she knew better than to ask me a question like that because she knew I would tell her exactly what I thought. Just to show you how bad she's gotten here's a few pics of her and Biz at Biz's place:
This is the serious pic. The next one you can see Biz isn't takeing it too seriously.
Ok, so we're listening to the music when this one song comes on. I can't remember the name, but it it says I would walk 500 miles. I hink you know what one I'm talking about. Well, these two appearently have a dance that they do to it. Its, well, here, just take a look:
Its ammusing to watch, at least. Anyway, we leave for the Crew at around 10 PM. When we get there, there are a few people about. We make our rounds, get drinks and settle in at one of the tables. Helen is there. (That's not her name, I didn't remember it right. So I'll continue to call her that. But she does have an English name, not Korean. Her parents are Christian and wanted her to have an Enlish name.) And she made my drink strong, just how I like it. (I think she wants to get me drunk. Lucky me.) And just to show how good looking this girl is, Biz was even admiring her. And he doesn't even look once at Korean women. I went around with my camera getting pics with all of the friends I will probably never see again. Here they are:
This is Weasle and his Fiancee.
This is me and J. She left this morning to get married to another of my friends, Snuffy.
Good luck, and best wishes to the both of you.
Of course, Weasle had to get a pic with J.
Me with Momma (Right, owner of Crew) and her youngest daughter.
Me and Kiwi
This is me and Aussie. Its kind of hard to tell just how big this guy really is, just glad that the second time we met that we didn't actually get into that fight against each other.
Me and Kid
The only Kiwi guy I know and his Canadian girlfriend
These next two were to just get a pic of Ronin (The guy in the middle with the red shirt.) An Irish guy. But several others had to jump into the pics. Some of which, I actually know by name.
The Korean guy in the blue and grey shirt is Momma's son. The Korean girl is the Saturday bartender. (I'll call her Sat.) The girl on the left, I don't know, seen around, but never met. ANd the other Korean guy, is a regular, but don't remember his name.
Sat didn't like the first pic, and wanted another one. (Who am I to argue with a beautiful girl?) And another guy jumped in.
And the final pic of the night, me and Sat.
Back to the story. We wait till everyone is done and leave at around 9 PM. We were supposed to meet NB at Biz's place at 8:30 and were obviously running late. We finally get there at a little after 9:15. Do a little pregame drinking and listening to music. I hadn't seen NB for a few months, and man, has she lost weight. She was thin before, but now she's too thin. She asked me how I thought she looked and I had to tell her that she looked sickly. She looked a little hurt until I told her that she knew better than to ask me a question like that because she knew I would tell her exactly what I thought. Just to show you how bad she's gotten here's a few pics of her and Biz at Biz's place:
This is the serious pic. The next one you can see Biz isn't takeing it too seriously.
Ok, so we're listening to the music when this one song comes on. I can't remember the name, but it it says I would walk 500 miles. I hink you know what one I'm talking about. Well, these two appearently have a dance that they do to it. Its, well, here, just take a look:
Its ammusing to watch, at least. Anyway, we leave for the Crew at around 10 PM. When we get there, there are a few people about. We make our rounds, get drinks and settle in at one of the tables. Helen is there. (That's not her name, I didn't remember it right. So I'll continue to call her that. But she does have an English name, not Korean. Her parents are Christian and wanted her to have an Enlish name.) And she made my drink strong, just how I like it. (I think she wants to get me drunk. Lucky me.) And just to show how good looking this girl is, Biz was even admiring her. And he doesn't even look once at Korean women. I went around with my camera getting pics with all of the friends I will probably never see again. Here they are:
This is Weasle and his Fiancee.
This is me and J. She left this morning to get married to another of my friends, Snuffy.Good luck, and best wishes to the both of you.
Of course, Weasle had to get a pic with J.
Me with Momma (Right, owner of Crew) and her youngest daughter.
Me and Kiwi
This is me and Aussie. Its kind of hard to tell just how big this guy really is, just glad that the second time we met that we didn't actually get into that fight against each other.
Me and Kid
The only Kiwi guy I know and his Canadian girlfriendThese next two were to just get a pic of Ronin (The guy in the middle with the red shirt.) An Irish guy. But several others had to jump into the pics. Some of which, I actually know by name.
The Korean guy in the blue and grey shirt is Momma's son. The Korean girl is the Saturday bartender. (I'll call her Sat.) The girl on the left, I don't know, seen around, but never met. ANd the other Korean guy, is a regular, but don't remember his name.
Sat didn't like the first pic, and wanted another one. (Who am I to argue with a beautiful girl?) And another guy jumped in.
And the final pic of the night, me and Sat. All in all, a very fun night. I didn't get to see all of my friends, and I hope to see them tonight. But I did have a good time with the ones I did get to see. There were a few problems. And I didn't get back home until 6 AM, but it was worth it. Oh, and in case you're wondering, my shirt says, "Stupid people have feelings, they're just too dumb to know it." I'll have more pics from tonight. Unfortunately, I'll be heading out solo. The Biz is going Paragliding on Sunday, and for some reason, doesnt want to be extremely tired when he does it.
I'll see ya'll later.
I'll see ya'll later.
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