Ah, the ubiquitous kids. When I was on convoy escort, we never knew where we were going till we were at the gate, and the commander filled us in. When we got to the rally point and the grunts were getting off the trucks, the kids were already there, selling Cokes, candy, and cigarettes. Nothing ever happened, but I always figured if the kids knew where we were going, so did Mr. Charles.
Last edited by Donn; 01-12-2021 at 08:52 AM.
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