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VW Moguls
I remember one afternoon coming back down to finish the day, we were busting down the Garland. A few of us were doing alright and some others were nothing but ski and equipment bombs falling down the slope. But one guy hit one of those monster moguls pretty dang hard, in order to stop himself and look around for other falling pieces of equipment. The dang mogul broke off and started sliding down the slope. It look as big as a VW beetle.
Now that was a sight!
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I do not regret a day I spent in uniform—I’m immensely proud of my service. If I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned what a truly remarkable thing it is to be a combat veteran. Now I want to live an exceptional life for those who never made it home.
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