Current Music: Bobby Valentino - Tell Me (Remix)

One more day in military turmoil, but at least I can count the number of days I have left of my sentence on my hands (and possibly one or two toes). Today was a pretty uneventful one, I spent most of the American's hard earned and swiftly paid tax dollars on adjusting my pillow to accomdate my rapidly worsening wrist pain. On the upside, however, I stood attentively in the end of day formation where the commander had us wait around an extra 30 minutes in order to promote a soldier, while insisting that "today is a great day to have the life of a soldier", where I got my ass chewed yet again for snickering obnoxiously so that everyone could hear.

Before I started counting the days I had left, it was weeks, then months, and initially, years *insert bullet and pull trigger here*. It was exceptionally difficult while sitting in the desert, or in the woods of North Carolina for 24 hour "guard" shifts watching for suspicious activity and administering control of drunken neanderthals, civilians refer to as, Soldiers. I can't be a hipocrite though, I've had my ration of liquid courage and drunken adventures. I'll miss a lot of this my experience too, jumping from airplanes, blowing things up, going to exotic places, seeing exotic things, meeting exotic people and killing them (I'm taking a poke at the U.S Marines right here). I'll miss the experiences though, truely, I've grown a lot from my service, probably more then most I know my age. I don't mean to offend anyone here, you all have so much invested in your respective colleges and with your friends, who are no doubt life-long and plentiful.

We, the prestigious 327th Signal Bat will be center lined for a major hit from hurricane Ophelia. We will undoubtedly be hard slotted for some kind of "clean-up" detail, (to which I will delegate my authority to the Privates, which is an irritating task in itself).

Tomorrow is going to be a unique relief, I don't need to show up until 0900 or 9:00 AM for the civilians. I'm sure most people (college students especially) will cringe and say something to the tune of "Until 9!! What time do you normally goto work", the answer to that terrible reality is 6 AM. A shorter post this evening I admit, and perhaps far less entertaining, but more informative with little bit of insight to the day of a very unconventional soldier. Take care, and good night.