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I’m not a quick thinker. I accept that fact.
I’m the type who always thinks of the witty come-back line well after the conversation is over.
When I was in the Army, I wasn’t put into special forces or military intelligence: outfits that require you to be quick on your toes.
No, I was in the artillery. My job was to have things pointed out to me that needed blowing up. Then I’d help to blow them up. Fairly straightforward stuff, from an organization that knows exactly what it is doing.
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