Lucky Baseball Blast

“Endland.” You may have heard yours truly, Robert LeVeck, speak about it. I am also know as Jupiter. Not “King” Jupiter (emphasis added) only Jupiter.
If you understand colonazation that you understand that Winchester and Heyboy (the “Duke” boys) are underneath San Francisco forever for a reason.
I refer to it as “Endland” because it took place in greater Norway and Finland. The Navy SEALs must swim. I am their brother, so I mock them.
Either way, I neglected to mention as I was intense and exhauseted in the aftermath, that before approaching the ultimate trench and the ensuing simulated entrance, we had to throw, each of us, an M-67 fragmentation grenade. They were mocking me. We had to label each of ours in any manner we wished. There were seven of us. They wrote things like:

“Mike 67”
“Frag”
“Danger”
“Do Not Return”
“C2W (Caution to the Wind)
“Surface to Surface”
“Demo Ball”

It was odd that this was their given names. Mine read:

“Hold on.”

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