From basic training and infantry school, to jump school and JFK SWC... finally to the 82nd Airborne. It's at the 82nd that Dunn and I part ways.
RIP Sgt Dunn
I remember meeting him first time in basic training, thinking "damn I thought I was small!" Turns out this kid had the craziest stamina out of everyone. Ran like the wind and rucked like there was no tomorrow.
I remember taking some of his guard shifts when he was a squad leader so he could finally catch some sleep. If he wasn't so sleep deprived he would have kept saying no.
I remember all the stupid jokes and games we played on each other.
I remember Dunn landing into a fire ant hill (the size of my dog) and me screaming at him to move. The look of confusion on his face was priceless.
I remember squaring each other away on minute details that would have caught the drill sergeant's ire.
Then I remember graduation and meeting his wife, Haidy, who he married 2 weeks before shipping out. They were both of similar attitude, very mature and kind.
I remember jump school, where we shared a room together. It was Dunn, Meeks, Gigglypuff and I together kicking it everyday.
I remember us trading the excitement of our first jumps, and finally getting those jump wings together.
I remember Dunn helping me with my bags (I was a retard and bought an Xbox, a DVD screen and other useless junk) when we arrived to SWC.
I remember him being the last person I saw when we went on vacation and the first person I saw when we came back.
I remember the happiness he had when his wife finally got to move into a house with him.
I remember going through stores, finding things to furnish his place.
I remember the first HD flat screen he bought... we couldn't find anything but the Discovey Channel with HD so we sat and watched it the whole day.
I remember playing Vietnam and WWIII games as well as Halo 2 on the Xbox, cussing and shaking our fists at the TV with Haidy looking on in amusement.
I remember looking forward to going over their house, because it had meant that I would be eating a real home cooked meal and a comfortable non-military atmosphere.
I remember the goofy way you laughed when something was genuinely funny.
I remember when I left Ft Bragg, I was wondering when the next time we would have gotten to see each other.
