Grunt Spades · Living History
The table was already there.
One game. Many tables. Years of brotherhood. This is the record of the places, people, and hands that turned an Army tradition into Grunt Spades.

The origin
The Army gave us the game. The table kept us connected.
Grunt Spades did not begin as a product idea. It began as a military-born way to compete, laugh, argue, teach, and reconnect.
Long before the manuals, official decks, kits, or leagues, the doctrine was already in the hand—both Jokers, the Ace and Deuce of Spades, and somebody across the table ready to fight for every book.
Florida · Lakeside house
The doctrine was already in the hand.
Outside, the 3rd Infantry Division flag marked the roots. Inside, the real hand showed the game. Together, they show where the brotherhood and the doctrine met.



Charlotte trip
A table becomes a reunion.
The cards bring us back to the table. The people give us a reason to come back. A hand begins as competition and ends as another entry in the unit history.
Reunion moments · 2019–2020
The same friends, around another table.
In Colorado, we played LRC and Spades, then gathered before a steak dinner in Georgetown. After a weekend in D.C., the reunion carried on around a backyard table.



Florida · Circa 2023
The tournament was a bust. The day was not.
The planned tournament fell apart, so four people cobbled together a game around a barrel table. They played for hours, laughed, and made the day worth remembering.
Improvise. Adapt. Play. The table saved the mission.





Scotch & Scissors · Washington, D.C. · July 2024
The tournament was canceled. The game was not.
At Scotch & Scissors, two men from the bar joined in, the barber rotated into the lineup, and two local brothers came out. A backup game became a small reunion—and another chapter in the living history.
The distance between tables
The men scattered. The table did not.
Ohio. Pennsylvania. Arkansas. D.C. Colorado. Florida. Miles apart. Still brothers.
Years after the Army, a reunion call still sounded like the old day room: football trash talk, bad jokes, hearing aids, family updates, and one simple request—find the photographs of us playing cards.
“Good talking to you. Love you guys.”
The mission now