Right back at you, Sergeant Major. Yup, I played with the big toys. Had to recover and fix them, so that means I had to test drive them, as well. I hated that part:s Especially when it was a pack in an M-1. Driving those beasts was such a chore. Of course, it's a rare occasion when a guy can get as "excited", shall we say, as when driving one of them or a Bradley, for that matter. I was in the old 5th I.D. at Ft. Polk (loved it there!!) and had an M-816 5-ton wrecker then got moved to a contact team and got a 113. THAT was their mistake. I was hell on tracks with that thing!! Had a HEMTT wrecker in Iraq with the 101st. Them friggin towing attachments are hell on the finners. I was hooking up a PLS on the way up-a day or two after the march up started- and smashed my thumb and pointer fingers. Always be a souvenir, I guess, but unfortunately some of our brothers and sisters got more serious souvenirs. Mine is nothing. I was medivaced to Landstuhl because I got that pneumonia people were dying from and saw some folks there who made me ashamed for letting myself get shipped out. Missing arms, legs, etc. Screaming in the night, heads all bandaged. Major reality check, for sure. Sorry I'm so gabby.