In any great adventure you must have a starting point. Some kind of launching point to set the tone, like a desert island, a newly discovered land, a pirate ship, even an old wardrobe will work if a magical land exists on the other side. In my case the adventure really started in a sweaty little corner of the world called Fort Jackson, South Carolina. Actually, if you want to be specific, I am not even on Fort Jackson. I am on a peice of land with 9 barracks and a dining facility called Camp McCready. The National Guard has quaranteed this little slice of heaven off and made it a training facility for the South Carolina National Guard. The only problem is the Guard ran out of money and let the facilities go to hell. In steps the Navy with all of this new found War on Terror money and decides it would be a great place to train sailors to be soldiers. 4 years later I show up.
This blog will be my way to communicate with anybody to cares to read it and share some stories, pictures and a bit of sarcasm. Hopefully this works, hopefully I remember to take pictures, and hopefully you will all be interested enough to read it.
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