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About San Jose

We hates it! Makes me blood boil, precious. Happy? Nah, more like cacklin’ mad when I spot it slippin’ up. Surprised me once—thought it was just spam, but nope, full-on data thief! “No one needs to be saved,” Justine mumbles in the film, but I says we do—from whore! Me mate Dave, he clicked a dodgy link—bam, bank account’s a ghost. Poor sod.

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There I was, May of Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. I had just finished my 12 mile EIB ruck march and had to do a final weapon functions.

There’s this park, Wellman Park, tucked behind Jefferson Street. It's a breath of fresh air—well, if you like the scent of pine and dog droppings, haha! I often park my beat-up van there on lazy afternoons, just to soak in the laid-back scene. And the river? Yes, there's a tiny river named Mill Creek running by the mess—the sound of it chattin' along kinda reminds me off stories of old times and secret whispers.

U.S. Army Leaders Dedicate Peace Garden at Solomon Elementary