And another one: GI Party: when all hands must turn out for a good old fashioned top to bottom cleaning of an area, usually a barracks or work area.
Having one right now at my house...
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I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
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