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Co Ha, the head bar maid. If we came under attack while the club was open, she'd guard the cash box in her bunker with a loaded .45. She never lost a penny, as far as I know.
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My hootchmate, Jack Ritter, by the Special Forces Team House. Jack said that he was related to the former cowboy movie star, Tex Ritter. I don't remember what the relation was.
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The only surviving picture of me. I should have used a flash. I have other pictures, but my idiot sister stole them and won't give them back. She claims she doesn't have them. All the others were lost in transit.
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'Cambode', checking out his mortar. I don't remember what his AFSC (Air Force Specialty Code) was. I think he may have worked in Radar Ops. I manned a light machine gun when we were under attack. My defensive position was right behind the Commo bunker.
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Sandbaggers; that's one unpleasant job that we didn't have to do.
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