Oh, Army all the way!
A couple stories about that pic: First, Newsweek sent around a photographer to take pictures of us, and since I wasn't likely to tell him anything but The Right Words, I was told to escort him around. He asked to take some pics of me (sure), and then asked if I had mentally prepared what the letter to my RTO's mother would sound like should I have to write it. He got the expression he wanted, I reckon. Second, it was taken right at the eve of Desert Storm; the reason I didn't participate in the ground offensive proper is that a few hours later of his departure PFC Johnson decided to upload his SAW in the warmup tent prior to a patrol and accidentally sent three rounds flying. The first round hit my helmet that was on the floor, the second went through my left knee, and the third through the side of the tent.
I'm probably only one of a handful of guys who took a through-and-through from the back of the knee to the front with no real permanent damage.
