I used to have a babblefish. I killed it in my sleep. Sorry for a time then pressed.
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Read this nearly twice illegally on post in 12hrs while guarding Bob Hope during Desert Shield:
After Bob left(and zero acknowledgement to me)and while awaiting his return to the compound; a goat showed. I had my nose in the book and a little "click clack" interrupted my complacence. I was at first a bit afraid of the effer then rapidly determined we were friends after tossing him MRE crackers. I wrote "354 SPS" and "Bob" on his horns as I determined he had a penis. "Bob" browsed/bedded around me for a few hours with an occaisonal ear scratch then wandered off in the desert.
This was Desert Shield/Storm and Sharpies were useful for this type shi'ite inside plywood shacks in the pre-internet era; like a truckstop phone number.
"Bob" was later an attempted gift to me at a different post and 10 miles from the original incident during Storm in a cold rain. A long time had passed--like 3 months: It was completely coincidental.
Col Sandy Sharpe was not amused OR an asshole when he approached my entry control point with maintenance pukes and I discussing this goat and it's disposition: Karma.
I haven't thought of this in years.
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So 24, you have a lot of reading and covers to judge during your recovery.