Three vet-authors walk into a bar ...

And things get hazy after that.

Background info: I attended a veteran-author panel, hosted by New York City College of Technology. The panel includes Colby Buzzell, author of My War: Killing Time in Iraq, among others. I've corresponded a few times with Colby over the years, mainly because his book rocked. We decide to hit the bars up later that night with some other new friends.

Fast forward some hours later - just as I'm putting on my drinking shoes for the short trek to the East Village, I get a text from Toby Nunn, author of Northern Disclosure, saying that he's in the City and looking for a watering hole. (I had met Toby a few weeks back at the Milblogging conference in DC, and we swapped digits). Then I show up at the dive bar in question, and in turns out Colby and Toby served in the same unit in Iraq.

Small world, smaller military, smallest milblogger world.

Anyways, all this time in New York City has made me soft (somewhere Staff Sergeant Boondock cringes), and my ability to drink like a soldier, and with soldiers, has seriously diminished. This photograph is the only proof, in my memory or otherwise, that the other night even happened.