I just realized that a Lambda detachment could have an awesome slogan with "Pay the Ferryman".

The jacket is finished now. I'm very excited. It looks good, and I took a suggestion to use a patch adhesive rather than having them sewn on. Saved time and money and worked brilliantly.

The jacket is finished now. I'm very excited. It looks good, and I took a suggestion to use a patch adhesive rather than having them sewn on. Saved time and money and worked brilliantly.

Pics or it didn't happen!

The jacket is finished now. I'm very excited. It looks good, and I took a suggestion to use a patch adhesive rather than having them sewn on. Saved time and money and worked brilliantly.

Pics or it didn't happen!

Hear, hear!

Note to self: phone pics suck at night.

Dig it!

Not sure why I'm suddenly feeling compelled to buy a pilot a beer- must be the very convincing jacket!

I'm definitely going to get Imp officer's trousers and one of their hats and wear this jacket with those things to the premier later this year.

Looks super cool. Maybe a plain gray t-shirt, like Juno Eclipse wore under it? Simple color scheme, iconic look...awesome!

So tempting! The 80s child in me can't help but conceive of them as the stack of pizza discs used by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pizza launcher wagon my brother had when we were little.

I had a serious thirst for that thing back in the day. I remember my folks taking me to Toys R Us and thinking to myself what an insurmountable amount of money thirty bucks was.

It was asthma that kept me out of serving. I found out the hard, sucky, un-fun way; while at Ft. Leonard Wood, halfway through BCT. I had bronchitis throughout, and went on sick call one time too many. They were checking my lung capacity and breathing out of a concern for pneumonia (since I'd been sick for so long), and instead that turned into asthma tests, and next thing I knew, I was on my way home, deemed physically unfit for military service.

I'm not sure if you should be happy or upset. I also got bronchitis while in basic, and wouldn't have even done anything about it if everyone in the barracks hadn't been royally upset by my nightly coughing fits. The first time I went to sick call they handed me cough drops and wished me luck; the second time I had been coughing up flecks of blood, and they wanted to keep me for a week. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) one of the drill sergeants showed up that same day and took me back, and I got a serious grilling and some threats about being recycled. It was something of an inauspicious start for a 6 year military career in the airborne infantry. If I could share with you all of my pain and misery during that time, you might consider yourself lucky to have escaped a similar fate. Then again, not everyone in the military is destined to serve in the 82nd.