Sometimes you have conversations about your career plans with your brigade commander while you’re folding your underwear and not even in uniform. Sometimes he goes on to tell you that he’s close friends with and a former classmate of the commander of the unit you want to go to and says that he would be more than happy to call him when we get back and tell him exactly why he should want me to work for him. Sometimes my life is weird in a really good way.
This will show you how boring I am.
Forever a hardcore kid; forever fucking lame.
I'm alright with that.
Sometimes you just need to sit and watch the sun rise over the Tora Bora Mountains. Sleep is a crutch.
On another note, getting dressed the morning after chest and shoulder day is always a goddamn crucible.
I’m very appreciative of the fact that I’ve chosen not to have people problems anymore. I’m in a better place in every way possible after wasting a lot of effort over eight months.