Sproiiiinngg! The Old Switcheroo Goes Bionic...

Abstract

A certain soldier pulled a fast one and traded his crap-ass furlough time for another.

The Guts

As I was sitting down to a final round of birthday vittles earlier this afternoon with my extended Moore family, I received a call from my son. He's in freakin' Florida! Sneaky lil' bastard.

So goddamned happy!

Gonna give Ev and his missus a day to canoodle, but I'm zooming south on Thursday... Time for hugz 'n' drugz. (He's only got two weeks.) With TLASILA departing for its tour on the 27th I must make haste.

(It's bloody complicated, but you won't catch me complaining...)

TS