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My First Ranger
You never forget your first. I was twelve the day I met my first Army Ranger. I remember it like it was yesterday. Twas a fine summer morn in Somerset, Massachusetts,...
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NEW Story: Shades of Gray
“Sir, I’m a wedge – the simplest machine know to man – and I still don’t work!” To say that I had a hard time transitioning from a cocky high-school...
