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OMMAND
I
loved our new CO. He was outstanding, aggressive, and stayed
out of our hair. He not only knew each one of us by name and face,
he knew our wives and girlfriends. He took it personally when he
lost people, and yet was able to stay aggressive at the same time.
He never held us back in training, and, in fact, approved extra
training for snipers.
My command master chief, whom I’ll call Primo, was
another
top-notch commander. He didn’t give a flying
....
about
promotions, about looking good, or covering his butt:
he was all
about successful missions and getting the job
done. And he was a
Texan—as you can tell, I’m a little
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