David Hunn went through the same FSP program. The guy in the middle was hot, but I no longer remember his name. Next to them is the other woman in our flight.
One early morning, I was sent in to the women's floor of the barracks by David Hunn to retrieve the two women for the march to the chow hall. However, when I quickly gathered them and we stepped outside, the flight was gone, and we had been left behind.
We'd not been gone long, but David Hunn was headstrong and stubborn. I was ready to punch his lights out when we three got to the chow hall. The flight commander cautioned me later when I complained to simply ignore what had happened because it did not really matter.
It was like one of our flight members, David Fink, relayed to me that he had learned from an old Air Force sergeant a few years before, "Don't sweat the small shit."
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