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Looking through pictures on my computer I found a scan I did in of my old Air Force ID. It was interesting to look at that's for sure.

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mareth_redorb
Mar. 3rd, 2005 08:28 pm (UTC)
The really scary thing about that picture is that it reminds me of an intro to one of the annual Footrot Flats compilations where Murray Ball drew an adolescent Major. The angular face plus pronounced Adam's Apple really brings it out.....

:)
halloranelder
Mar. 3rd, 2005 09:46 pm (UTC)
I think I remember that one actually.
arienmir
Mar. 3rd, 2005 08:35 pm (UTC)
Well weren't you the cute young thing :)
halloranelder
Mar. 3rd, 2005 09:47 pm (UTC)
*blush*
draquin
Mar. 4th, 2005 12:39 am (UTC)
Awwww.... You're so cute!!
halloranelder
Mar. 4th, 2005 02:20 am (UTC)
*blush*
mijbril
Mar. 4th, 2005 05:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, stop blushing you cam-whore..... :D
the_metatron
Mar. 4th, 2005 03:43 am (UTC)
You look very young there, when was it taken?
halloranelder
Mar. 4th, 2005 04:26 am (UTC)
January or February 1992, at the start of the year I spent in the Air Force (Australian Defence Force Academy).

I was very young there.
emmycantbemeeko
Mar. 4th, 2005 05:17 am (UTC)
Awww! You look so young and bashful. Adorable.
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