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Sgt (Ret) Hastings

Retired
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  • 1) Qualified MOS
    0372 Critical Skills Operator
  • 2) School of Infantry
    ITC
  • 3) Corporal's Courses
    CPLC 101 | CPLC 102 | CPLC 103
  • 4) Sergeant's Courses
    SGTC 201 | SGTC 202 | SGTC 203
  • 8) Date of Rank
    10DEC18
  • Service Number
    M119

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  1. I know exactly what I'm getting Kozak for his birthday now
  2. I couldn't make this one but MORE FUN OPS PLEASE
  3. Didn't evade for shit, I just wanted the Iranians to know our name before dying
  4. Added as punkadoo616
  5. Upon Williams' request, immediately after our operation. You're welcome.
  6. my brain: I'm trying to decide whether or not quoting your own brain is genius or a new level of narcissism my brain: fuck
  7. >the old days >doesn't post 'the video' >Hastings got you covered boys
  8. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? - All quiet on the western front
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