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#Twitch in the middle of my forehead cracked

Her curtains were open next to her bed, and the window was cracked slightly.ДЄs soon as she saw me she ran to me and threw her arms around me, crying hysterically. When I went in to her room, which is at the back of the apartment on the second floor, she was huddled in the far corner of the room, covering her face, and crying. My 13 year old kid woke me up screaming at the top of her lungs last night. More than one of those who died became paranoid that Tandy was stalking them, or claimed to have seen his twisted visage outside the window in the days before they died. Out of the First Twenty, eleven of us have died. Names were changed to protect those who, like me, probably just want to forget about 2/19th and what happened there. Some things were changed to keep anyone from figuring out where he was stationed. I don't have pictures from back then, and I didn't keep in touch with anyone but Nagle, Bomber, and a few others, although Stokes came to Monkey's funeral and cried. I don't talk about 2/19th, not even to my mental health tech, my wife, or my friends. If anyplace on earth was haunted, it was the 2/19th company area.ДЇinally: My stories are all about drunken stupidness, women, and general stupidity of the immortality of youth. Were some people never found again, and listed as 'Presumed Victims of Foul Play'? Were some of the dead found looking like they were a victim of the Joker Toxin? Whenever I was recalled back to the unit, I spent as much time drunk as possible. * I was sent to a different post and spent most of my Germany tour on TDY and drunk with my friend John Bomber working at various ammunition sites where nuclear and chemical weapons were stored. It was really confused when I went Stateside and went to my first formation to find out that a common company size at the time was the size of one of our platoons.

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* Our unit, unlike most companies, was over 200 strong and run by a full bird Colonel, and even though we were listed as a 'Company' on the TO&E for the Battalion, we consisted of over a 3rd of the Battalion's manpower. We had our motor pool, our chow hall, our own dispensary, and our barracks. * We had our own little mini-post, away from main post, that most people didn't even know existed. Winter was the worst, when the snow would pile up, the road would be impassible for several weeks, and the noises and lights would start again. We had suicides, murders, disappearances, and strange deaths. * The unit suffered several disappearances over the years that were listed as 'AWOL' or 'Training Accidents' or 'Death by Misadventure' after a cursory investigation. * The barracks that replaced the burned down one was plagued by electrical and heating problems. * Tandy vanished, to be found that spring during ARTEP. * There were only 20 of us in the barracks when it burned down. Monkey's son died of an overdose not too long ago. We had to sell the family property to cover medical bills, funeral expenses, and make sure the widows and the kids were all taken care of. We lost two of my sisters, two of my brothers (including Monkey), an uncle, my mother suffered multiple strokes, and my son got his leg blown off by an IED. He died during a particularly brutal year on our family. For your convenience, here is the list of stories in this series.ДҐ0 Foot Ant's First Story I gave permission for The Humper-Monkey story to be used, as well as my epilogue to the whole saga.