Ah the nostalgia of being in the military in 88 in Calgary. We pretty much hung out, marched around a bit. Sent the new guy to inspect every misplaced bag in the hopes that he'd get blown up, because we hated the new guy.
Military members don't enjoy what is basically guard duty in a civilian center.
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