I'm in for $20.00

I can remember many a night, firing artillery missions with a steel pot on my head, flack jacket, boxer shorts and untied boots. Now the boxers were army green and not pink.

When we got a call at night we assumed that there was a patrol taking fire and needed support, NOW, and the time it would take to put on pants could mean someone's life.

I wonder if his squad will ever let him live it down?