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So what to you do? Oh you’re a cashier? That’s cool well I’m a 68W. Oh you don’t know? It’s the Combat Medic haha all my guys call my Doc because when I’m out there doing my thing I’m pretty much a doctor.
No I haven’t seen combat yet, but when the time comes I’ll be ready. What? Of course I’m still a combat medic even if I haven’t seen combat, it’s the title and training that counts! Anyways this strip club is kinda lame, whatta say we blow this joint and head back to my place? See what a real Army barracks room looks like wink. Oh yeah, if my NCO comes by you’re gonna have to hide in the closet for a few minutes, but it’s all good. Cmon, we can take my Challenger back to post.