So I've finally reached the end of my tour. I can't believe it. It is strange in a way, I've become so accustom to my routine here. The sights, sounds and smell of this place are ingrained in me. Don't get me wrong, it's time to go but there will be some things I'll miss. At the top of the list I will miss my "Knuckleheads." That is the affectionate name I use for the three guys who work for me. These guys are younger then me (they're 25) so they constantly referred to me as "The Old Man." This was usually followed up with a brief ass-kicking. I have come to regard these guys as my little brothers; pests who were born to bother me yet I can't help but care and look out for them.
I'm going to miss you guys
The "Knuckleheads"
Dan, Alan and Justin
Me and Dan
Me and the boys
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