Hadn't checked in for about a year and a half, and then I log on to find this thread. Sad state of affairs; haven't been properly insulted for a while until I sat across the table in a bar from a superior officer during the afterglow of the funeral of a highly regarded LTC who died last week of cancer. Felt kinda good to hear some properly offensive estimations of my skill set, general comportment, and attitude - all taken in good humor.
I haven't been anywhere more exciting than So Cal, Central Mexico, and the US/Mexico border areas for the last couple of years. Makes it hard to keep the edge; you get soft and sloppy, even when you try to stay in training. I have to go walking in the less civilized areas of South Phoenix after hours just to remember what condition yellow feels like.
I'm even down to carrying my little Beretta .25 about half of the time instead of a real gun.