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Tiger Force Flint (1988)
Tiger Force Flint (1988)
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File Name: Faireborn, Dashiell R.
SN: 307-624107
Primary Military Specialty: Infantry
Secondary Military Specialty: Demolitions
Birthplace: Wichita, Kansas
Grade: W-3
FLINT was a Rhodes Scholar and earned his degree in English Lit. Bored by the Groves of Academe, he enlisted in the Army and applied the tenacity and concentration he had used so well scholastically to grind his way through Airborne School, Ranger School, Special Forces School and finally, Warrant Officers Flight School.graduating each with top honors. A thorough tactical planner, Flint personally led a half dozen rescue missions in hostile territories that were never publicized for obvious reasons of security.
"We had thought Cobra." had us in the stinking dungeon for good—So we didn't know what was going down when we heard that chopper comin' in and all the heavy hardware going off like the Fourth of July! Then somebody kicked down the door to our cell and when the smoke cleared, there was Flint with that lop-sided grin sayin' 'C'mon boys, we're going home...' "
SN: 307-624107
Primary Military Specialty: Infantry
Secondary Military Specialty: Demolitions
Birthplace: Wichita, Kansas
Grade: W-3
FLINT was a Rhodes Scholar and earned his degree in English Lit. Bored by the Groves of Academe, he enlisted in the Army and applied the tenacity and concentration he had used so well scholastically to grind his way through Airborne School, Ranger School, Special Forces School and finally, Warrant Officers Flight School.graduating each with top honors. A thorough tactical planner, Flint personally led a half dozen rescue missions in hostile territories that were never publicized for obvious reasons of security.
"We had thought Cobra." had us in the stinking dungeon for good—So we didn't know what was going down when we heard that chopper comin' in and all the heavy hardware going off like the Fourth of July! Then somebody kicked down the door to our cell and when the smoke cleared, there was Flint with that lop-sided grin sayin' 'C'mon boys, we're going home...' "
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