Attention!!!
Gentlemen, I miss my dude . I think about him a lot. I keep up with his son, the actual Vincent James. Crazy Vet was my daily dose of laughter and shenanigans during a time when I was struggling with some shit. Vince and I broke in a ton of fucking noobs and taught them the rules. He was a brilliant Gunnery Sgt. I could always sick him on the grunts when they were fucking up. He was a good man. PTSD is a bitch. If any of you are struggling with PTSD please seek help. I know for a fact myself that there is some relief out there if you look for it.
Thank you, Gentlemen. As you were.