Well, we made it through another crazy event in Packwood! My, the stories that will be told for years to come following the big Labor Day flea market frenzy in that beautiful scenic little town. 
Soldier A hit the road bright and squirrelly at 06:00 in Tiffany to get set up and begin the festivities with Big C, Chief, and the rest of the wild bunch. He had just enough time to get the box partially built and get a cover over the top of her to keep the living quarters dry and comfy before the trip down.Of course, Packwood wouldn't be what it is without a large volume of alcohol, and in this instance, moonshine. Ah yes, that white lightning, flavored like decadent apple pie, proved to get the best of Soldier A. While feeling bulletproof after a night of drinking and bullshitting on Big C's deck, he tried to carry too much up the boarding ladder and fell into the back of the truck, breaking his fall with his forehead. Yeah, that one left a mark.
The weather did not want to cooperate and the rain came down in buckets for the first 5 days, leaving the field soaked and patience worn thin. Had a little trouble with the guns in the gallery for a bit, due to the climate, but got the bugs worked out.
Soldier B got to spend Friday night with the Pack and had a blast! By Saturday morning the weather had turned warm and sunny and spirits were high once again. Tiffany was her usual self, drawing oohs and aahs from the crowd.
We have returned home to base and are getting ramped up for an incredible football season!
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