"I don't negotiate with terrorists. I smoke them out of their hidey-holes."
Dave is on the verge of finishing his training course, which he is VERY excited about. I'm excited to have fewer beyond-stinky socks in the house. This photo is from their culminating training exercise, a coordinated operation involving the entire company (161 soldiers). Dave is at the edge of the woods, behind the ravine. The spouses (well, wives really, since the infantry is all men) got to stand on top of one of the buildings in the fake village to watch, and I have to say that after watching (and smelling) the whole thing - smoke, flash-bangs, lots of fire - I finally got why he always came home covered in a slight stench. (Cheesy observation: war stinks.)
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