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Iraq, round two. Pretty lame, actually. Life's a mess.
Issue #1: Cass-
Lord knows what's up with that kid. He blew rough his whole first semester of college, didn't pass a single class, didn't receive a single credit hour. I was so proud of him too. Kid got into college on his own, didn't have anyone helping him. If he pulled it off he would've been the first person in the family to complete college. Anyways, he royally fucks up college. He loses his grants because he didn't maintain the minimum GPA. So the second semester rolls around, and he doesn't enroll in any classes because he can't afford them. The school finds out, and they yank his housing because he's not enrolled in anything. And he can't enroll in any more classes until he pays the school what he owes, upwards of $3000. Bye bye RIC. Not only that. When I was home on r&r, the kid smashed his car up pretty good. So he was driving around the snow with one headlight and a doughnut tire. Pretty much begging for a cop to pull his ass over. But he thinks everything's good, he won't listen to me. There's no getting through to that kid. So anyways, I leave to go back, and he gets into another accident! Rear ends a fucking Audi, of course. So he has to pay out on that, and his car's totally done. Now, here he is, nowhere to stay, no car to get to work, up to his eyeballs in debt. He asks me for help. Part of me wants to tell him off and not give him a thing. I mean, if I just help him out like that, what's the lesson learned? i was mad at him for fucking up so bad. But then the big brother side of me kicked in, and I knew I had to do something for the kid, no one else would. So I sent him a check for $800, told him by the time I'm on mid-tour leave, I wanted half back. Even though I doubt he'll be able to deliver. Now here I am, a gazillion and a half miles away, in a "combat zone", wondering what the fuck he's up to everyday.
Issue #2: Iraq-
This unit blows. You know, you always think the unit you're with is the worst one in the entire Army. But now that I've been with more than one, I'd kill to be with my old one. This is fucked up. They told us maybe 6 hours before the flight to Iraq that we were actually leaving Kuwait. We were stuck in Kuwait for like 4 weeks. And now here we are in Iraq, and there's no place for us to stay, so we're in the "surge housing", like 40 something cots per tent. And we're supposed to live like this for at least another month. Then we'll move into our "pods". Then the word is we'll move out onto some COP for 90 days. No phone, showers, internet. Really fucking gay. And who knows after that. Usually as the year progresses, your living conditions get better. It's been the exact opposite for us. Oh yea. And I don't get out of the Army until May 2010, that's of course if we don't get extended past 12 months.
Issue #3: Erica-
So I wrote out like a 7 paragraph entry concerning her, but it's still not right. I'm gonna have to post another entry dedicated solely to that issue. Just let it suffice to say right now out of all the bullshit, it's the thing that's affecting me the most by far.
Issue #1: Cass-
Lord knows what's up with that kid. He blew rough his whole first semester of college, didn't pass a single class, didn't receive a single credit hour. I was so proud of him too. Kid got into college on his own, didn't have anyone helping him. If he pulled it off he would've been the first person in the family to complete college. Anyways, he royally fucks up college. He loses his grants because he didn't maintain the minimum GPA. So the second semester rolls around, and he doesn't enroll in any classes because he can't afford them. The school finds out, and they yank his housing because he's not enrolled in anything. And he can't enroll in any more classes until he pays the school what he owes, upwards of $3000. Bye bye RIC. Not only that. When I was home on r&r, the kid smashed his car up pretty good. So he was driving around the snow with one headlight and a doughnut tire. Pretty much begging for a cop to pull his ass over. But he thinks everything's good, he won't listen to me. There's no getting through to that kid. So anyways, I leave to go back, and he gets into another accident! Rear ends a fucking Audi, of course. So he has to pay out on that, and his car's totally done. Now, here he is, nowhere to stay, no car to get to work, up to his eyeballs in debt. He asks me for help. Part of me wants to tell him off and not give him a thing. I mean, if I just help him out like that, what's the lesson learned? i was mad at him for fucking up so bad. But then the big brother side of me kicked in, and I knew I had to do something for the kid, no one else would. So I sent him a check for $800, told him by the time I'm on mid-tour leave, I wanted half back. Even though I doubt he'll be able to deliver. Now here I am, a gazillion and a half miles away, in a "combat zone", wondering what the fuck he's up to everyday.
Issue #2: Iraq-
This unit blows. You know, you always think the unit you're with is the worst one in the entire Army. But now that I've been with more than one, I'd kill to be with my old one. This is fucked up. They told us maybe 6 hours before the flight to Iraq that we were actually leaving Kuwait. We were stuck in Kuwait for like 4 weeks. And now here we are in Iraq, and there's no place for us to stay, so we're in the "surge housing", like 40 something cots per tent. And we're supposed to live like this for at least another month. Then we'll move into our "pods". Then the word is we'll move out onto some COP for 90 days. No phone, showers, internet. Really fucking gay. And who knows after that. Usually as the year progresses, your living conditions get better. It's been the exact opposite for us. Oh yea. And I don't get out of the Army until May 2010, that's of course if we don't get extended past 12 months.
Issue #3: Erica-
So I wrote out like a 7 paragraph entry concerning her, but it's still not right. I'm gonna have to post another entry dedicated solely to that issue. Just let it suffice to say right now out of all the bullshit, it's the thing that's affecting me the most by far.