"The Wingman"

Again, I have to post a link to my favorite e-zine and their most recently published article on the man's best friend in a bar, the Wingman.


http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/06_06/06_06_wingman.html

So as not to just post a link and hope for some laughs that I didn't write, I have to tell you a tale about the most famous Wingman that the 1st Marine Division has ever (or should ever) know. I won't use his real name, to protect his reputation but I will use his 'handle' :

Hutch.

Hutch was more than the Wingman that they talk about in the article. Hutch did not know what landing gear even was. He cared naught about his personal reputation. He had no guilt and no shame. You never 'owed him one.' Hutch was the kind of guy that you would just 'point and shoot' and off he would go working his Mid-western drawl and charm on whatever resistance you would put him up against. He was also highly effective, displaying a dizzying and unparallelled 90% success rate against single CB targets and a nearly 75% success rate working over multiple targets at once.

Many a night, many men from my old unit owe their sweaty, drunken one-night stands to Hutch. Hell, I think even a few of my old friends attribute their marriages to Hutch. For without his unflagging devotion to duty, those men would have never gotten the opportunity to talk to their dream women.

Hutch, wherever you are, I hope you are still someone's Wingman.
I also hope they are still getting you your God-awful Coors Lights.