The end
Well well. The army's done. Over with. Finito. Thazzit. 6th of January, it all came to an end.
Words cannot quite tell how overjoyed I am with the end of this particular phase of my life, although I have no doubt the memory of how awful it all was will fade. It's all very Freudian really. I'll wake up in the middle of the night screaming "TULIKOMENTOJA!" and then realise I don't have to run anywhere with anything, and lie down in blissful peace again.
It's all good. It's all well.
Now, to return to the civilian world. Whoop!
/Caligatum in Exercitu...no more!
Words cannot quite tell how overjoyed I am with the end of this particular phase of my life, although I have no doubt the memory of how awful it all was will fade. It's all very Freudian really. I'll wake up in the middle of the night screaming "TULIKOMENTOJA!" and then realise I don't have to run anywhere with anything, and lie down in blissful peace again.
It's all good. It's all well.
Now, to return to the civilian world. Whoop!
/Caligatum in Exercitu...no more!