Stealth Bullet Shooting Society
Air Cav, Commander of the Special Air Operations Squadron

Field Report 2.2: Neath a Bunyon Tree with my Good ol Pal Can Park

Howdy Whiskey. Want sum whiskey Whiskey? Ppppbbhehehe. Thet's a good one. Want sum whiskey Whiskey. What's thet? The Capn is on the sat phone? Naw, I aint spossed ta report till tamarrow. Tell im we're indeesposed. Ppppbbhehehe. Innernationl Date Line? Date Line–hehehe, I quit them thangs. (Jes tween ya an me, it looks ta be free on the ad, than ya gits a big ol charge on yur phone bill.) Oh thet Date Line. Today is tamarrow, hunh. Gimmie hyar.

Howdy Capn Sir. This hyars Sage--Ppppbbhehehe. Stop makin thet monkey face, Can. Ppppbbhehehe. Stop et. I'm tryin ta report ta the Capn. This hyars– This hyars, Sage reportin ta ya from neath a big ol bunyon tree with my good ol pal Can Park. Say howdy ta the Capn Can.

"Howdeee Capn-hehheheh"

Can Park caint drive but he sure kin park--Ppppbbhehehe. Git it Can Park, caint drive, hehehe. Whal, ol Can Park is a Rock.

"I'm ROK."

Thets what I sayd. Can is one them Badass Koreean soldier boys. Gits out inna month. Gonna go back ta designin computer boards. Says thar as good as American..

"Better. Less parts. Faster."

Anyhoo, Can also writes them manuals thet tell ya bout them parts–Ya know the kind thet ya think ya might understan iffin ya knowed more, but really don' say nuthin tatall.

Okay, Whiskey, I'm a gittin ta it. Capn, we made contact with ol Major Montana hyar in Hermit Kingdom, Koreea, an set bout a plannin the mission. We done figgured we caint get the Balhawk inta China airspace, so we're gonna taker as fur as Hong Kong an float on ov'r onna junk boat. (Major sayd I shouldnt tell ya the hole plan till we see iffn it looks like its gonna work.) Anyhoo, the Major had thet Wil' Turkey like he done promised an we set on the stoop on a coupla "Chairs, Metal, Foldin, Stackble Green." hehehe. I like thet. We jawboned bout the mission an other thangs, than the Major hit the hay an Can Park set down. Can don' take a cotton ta the Chinese. Guess ‘is country bin a fightin em fur a spell.

Oh yeah, Furst Sargent Dakota Dirk looks ta work out jes fine. Say goodbye ta the Capn, Can.

"Good bye--hehheheh."

I sayd no monkey faces, stop thet Ppppbbhehehe. Thes hyars Sage--hehehe-- reportin from neath a big ol bunyun tree with my ol pal monkey boy--Ppppbbhehehe.