Happy Birthday Smuts
13.July, 2009
Mark Smuts and I have been friends since we were 15. We went to high school together, we worked in a restaurant together, he took me to a bar at midnight on my 21st birthday.
When I was in Infantry School, Mark would get calls at 1am on Saturdays and he’d drive down to Camp Pendleton to pick me up.
The day I came back from the war it was just Mark and my girlfriend at the time who were there to take me home.
He’s a hell of a guy, and a hell of a friend.
Happy 29th Birthday Smuts.
Too bad you grew up to look like “The Commish“!