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war is real

unconcerned, uncompromised and unconvoluted letters from a soldier getting ready to face war for the second time. 

Saturday, April 02, 2005


my second part to "how i stopped loving reality and learned to take the pill" will probably be posted next week. i'm still writing it; well, i say that, but i actually mean that i'm procrastinating until the last possible minute because i'm too lazy to do much of anything once we get off work. usually, a fun time for me involves sitting on the couch with a season of anything on dvd and drinking beer until i pass out and have to wake up at dark-thirty the next morning. good times.

yesterday was pretty slick, really. i figured they'd punish us for having time off since they like to do that so much, but it was really laid back and casual as far as the atmosphere goes yesterday. of course, the idiots of apache company had to go and be retarded as usual, so a lot of them got the dog shit smoked out of them. another term for you: smoked means that an nco made you do pushups or situps or various other pt excercises until you physically cannot move. so if i say that guy got smoked or this girl got smoked or a smoking was going on, it doesn't involve cigarettes or beauty. regardless of the smoking going on, we had final formation and had a our safety briefing, which is always my favorite part of the week because all they're do is playing ass coverage just in case one of us goes out and does the exact same things they're telling us not to every week. and of course, we do it anyway...i think i did three out of the five last night, actually.

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