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... the worst garrison soldiers I had ever commanded. If he wasn’t passed out on the floor of his room, he was usually in the drunk tank at the MP station or in the motorpool or the morgue working on a vehicle or armor with an open bottle of alcohol in his hand. He was the kind of soldier that no commander wished to command in peacetime.
It was an honor and a privilege to pin his awards for valor in the face of the enemy upon his chest. - General of the Warsteel Tut’el, Telkan Marine Corps ...
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