On Oct 9, 12:44*pm, "CalifBill" wrote:
"Don White" wrote in message

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"John H" wrote in message
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On Fri, 09 Oct 2009 08:10:34 -0400, Tom Francis - SWSports
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On Fri, 09 Oct 2009 07:51:23 -0400, John H
wrote:

On Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:26:51 -0400, wrote:

On Thu, 08 Oct 2009 23:28:52 -0400, Tom Francis - SWSports
wrote:

Anyway, I went out and bought a case of Sam Adams lager, case of Bud
and a case of Pabst Red, White and Blue.

I had half a case of Sam, 3/4 case of Bud and the Pabst was gone.

Go figure. *:)

I am drinking PBR these days. I have trouble finding regular Coors in
a bottle, my other choice.
I used to always drink Bud but I just lost the taste for it and I
don't like the heavy beers.
I drink Busch if I can't find PBR or Coors.

I drink lots of water, and have been doing so for 22 years. Water's
not bad, but it's not a hot conversation topic. It doesn't get much of
a head, and is usually pretty clear.

You must have had some of that crap they had from the Phillipines in
SEA.

San Miguel I think it was called? *Had to strain it before you drank
it to get the crunchy bits out? *:)

Well, yes. Actually I'd drink about anything that had an alcohol
content. Luckily, I had an Engineer company with dump trucks and a
First Sergeant who was a wheeler-dealer, and a Post Exchange at Cu Chi
that was always needing laterite for its swampy parking lot. So we
always had free beer and enough steaks for a Friday cookout.

Times were good.

For you maybe...while the real soldiers were out crawling through the
jungle getting shot at.

They were all real soldiers. *Even those of us who never saw combat. We all
had the possibility of going there. *Some just got a better gig. *

When i think of combatant warriors, for some odd reason I think of
Lacy J. Dalton singing the origional version of "16th Avenue."

From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of living
Tucked up underneath their arms

They walk away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue

With a million dollar spirit
And an old flattop guitar
They drive to town with all they own
In a hundred dollar car

‘Cause one time someone told them
About a friend of a friend they knew
Who owns, you know, a studio
On 16th Avenue

Now some were born to money
They’ve never had to say “Survive”
And others swing a 9 pound hammer
Just to stay alive

There’s cowboys drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They’ve all dialed the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue

Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Rolled off of someone’s tongue

And after years of being nothing
They’re all looking right at you
And for a while they’ll go in style
On 16th Avenue

It looked so uneventful
So quiet and discreet
But a lot of lives where changed
Down on that little one way street

‘Cause they walk away from everything
Just to see a dream come true
So God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue