Ahh yes. Crisis Management Force. 1st Platoon. 9th Company. The great memories from the long 3 months. The times I got stuck off-roading out in the flightline, but managed to get out. The time I got caught speeding and got hazed for it. Sleeping out there during the 12 hour shifts. The air show. Standing the boring CFR gate. Standing the even more boring P111 gate, which by the way is 15 mintues drive away from base. The great Northgate which I would recieve from the dounut guy and some snacks from the Doritos guy. The accidents of the Main gate. The traffic. Oh yes, and who can forget the lovely False Motovation Friday. Yuma Yummies. The club getting out of hand. All the girls we’d see going thru the gate. Knowing everyone that passes thru. Gosh! Seeing everyone that has like 5 more stripes then me. Seeing people with the shinny stuff. Oh man. I’ll never forget that, but most of all. I won’t forget the people beside me. They were a true platoon. All the stuf we went thru. THe OC, the football games, the chewings, the late night, the early mornings… sigh I love those guys. To many more platoons! KILL!