(149: you do things once you know you'll do it twice)
Every day I am in more pain than the day before. Now that BMT is nearing the end with only SOC, IPPT, 16 and 24 left, I find myself thinking of how I might get to spent the rest of my one year and eight months in the service. As much as I want to be a commissioned officer or a sergeant, I'm not sure if I can pull through all the way, mentally, physically and emotionally. Far ahead my platoon marches, singing songs, my pc leading the way with pride. And far behind I struggle along, my sergeant beside me telling me that the end is near. But my knees are buckling. My head is pounding and my heart is burning. My feet are crying and my limbs are turning numb. My shoulder blade aches with injury. Perhaps it'd be a better idea to down-PES and ROD.