I’ve been told that makes me cold, I say it makes me free.
The farther I go the higher the toll, it’s never the first choice but usually the one you have to take, and in the end, I might not want to get in but to get to where I want to go, I have to take the ride.
Literally AND metaphorically speaking of course. I’ve never been in a taxi more times in my entire life than I have been in the last week… I miss my car…
and shit hits fan. They have managed to lose a duffle bag of mine, give me a barracks key that doesn’t work, AND screw me out of getting my stuff. FUN SHIT! The duffle bag had my ACU’s and Pt Uniforms in it, total estimated cost of things in bag, roughly 600$. That’s stuff I’ll probably have to end up replacing all on my own. It’s going to be fun to attempt to budget that in. As for barracks, HOPEFULLY they’ll give us new rooms on Monday but as of right now I’m about 10 miles away from anything and it’s a 10$ cab fare to get to the computer I’m currently at. Old me would flipped his shit about all the fuckery that has happened but I’m doing pretty good managing. Over the next few days I’ll have to talk to a lot of people who don’t want to here what I’m saying but I’ll end up alright no matter what.
That’s the army for you though, they’ll fuck you over all the time. I did chose this job and I will continue choosing this job until they won’t let me anymore. No matter how much they fuck things up, at the end of the day I LOVE being able to tell people I’m in the military.
Now let me put it to good use… ranting about my life. :D
Five days ago I graduated OSUT, the combination of basic training and Infantry AIT. Prior to five days ago my life was all planned out for me, if I had to o anything I found out about it via getting yelled at, and I never had to have a single thought of my own, too fucking easy. Life was made in the shade… then I graduated. Now there’s all this responcibility I have to have agian, it’s horrible! On top of all that, we went from an extremely controlled enviroment to one of the most relaxed places I’ve ever been. The group of us that came here from Ft Benning have felt so out of place it’s ridiculous.
On top of that it seems like 11Bang Bang is the job that everyone whispers about. Every time we get refernced we get looks like “oh, it’s them.” One of my freinds here put it the best though, “We don’t think we’re better than everyone else, everyone else is just weak.” Now we don’t REALLY mean that, it’s just we were trained to be (jokingly) racist, sexist, douches that make fun of everyone, it’s part of our job. We had a communications specialist come up to us at lunch today, sat down, and told us we had a superiority complex. All we were doing was sitting there eating, but apparently because we stick together in our own little groups we’re elitists. He then went about insulting our intelligence, I hadn’t gotten into the conversation yet but this is were I came in. I put down my drink and told they guy I scored in the 97% on the ASVAB. The kid looked at me and asked why I chose infantry. Why? Maybe becuase I want defend my country, becuase I would rather put my life on the line than have someone else do it for me, becuase no other job in the military is quite as important as this one? I kept it simple though and told him I wanted to kill muthafuckas with my hands. This is a false statement of course, killing someone is a last resort by all means but if it comes down to some guy or me, I will chose me everytime. I don’t know, I don’t think I carry myself with an aire of superiority, I like to think I’m a pretty modest, giving guy, but who knows, I must say I’m biased on the topic.
Another problem I have is my lack of car. I miss my Jeep Cherokee more than anything in the world right now. I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope I can get some leave time to go home and get my baby. Yes it would be nice to get some of my other worldy possessions too but all I really care about is Jack. A couple people haved asked me why I’ve named my Jeep a boy’s name and I will explain. Small cars, sports cars, things like that, those are girls but work vehicles are men. You don’t yell at a gil but if a guy can take it, too fuckin easy.
…also I’ve picked that up as a saying, “too fuckin easy.” Military talk just kinda creeps in your head and changes your entire vocabulary…
I don’t really know anyone, I have only the few things I could take on a plane, and I was left alone…
I would call that a pretty fresh start wouldn’t you?
We all need one from time to time. Those people who matter the most to me will be asked to come along but those who don’t will fade. Fresh doesn’t need to be soiled with the dirt of the past. The decision I made to leave home and join the army was for one reason, me. I know people could argue differently and let them, if they are arguing it’s probably because their voices are ones I can no longer hear. The world spins and time moves forward, so should we. I’m not saying my life/way of living is going to change, I will always be laid back easy Daniel but from time to time it’s nice to change the sights and sounds, break the routine and find somewhere else to not fit in.