There are ants in m' pants!
this afternoon i woke up early (6 pm) and went out for a stroll.
this stroll turned into a jog and i met up with an older italian fellow who accompanied me to a three-mile conversation. he had this nervous laugh that frighted me as night fell. sometimes i wonder if i'm too daring or too paranoid.
my journey continued as i was headed back to the trailer to take a shower. i met a scottie and directed him to the chow hall. i ended up eating dinner with him as he recounted his early years in kilts. oddly enough we both work in similar fields and traded war stories while keeping with OPSEC.
then i headed back because it really was time for a shower and ran into two brits who enticed me into a game of mancala. normally i'm the mancala champ but this time i got my ass handed to me. they then called me 'love' and invited me to meet their unit after lunch tuesday. i don't know, i've heard only bad things about brits around the camp and they were quick with racial slurs about italians. i guess we all have our faults. they were very interested in my M4A2 and asked me if it was an offensive or defensive weapon. i said whatever the situation calls for. they found that quite amusing. (?)
and finally but most importantly--some of my good buddies are headed home.
i will miss them all.
but where's my flight??
this stroll turned into a jog and i met up with an older italian fellow who accompanied me to a three-mile conversation. he had this nervous laugh that frighted me as night fell. sometimes i wonder if i'm too daring or too paranoid.
my journey continued as i was headed back to the trailer to take a shower. i met a scottie and directed him to the chow hall. i ended up eating dinner with him as he recounted his early years in kilts. oddly enough we both work in similar fields and traded war stories while keeping with OPSEC.
then i headed back because it really was time for a shower and ran into two brits who enticed me into a game of mancala. normally i'm the mancala champ but this time i got my ass handed to me. they then called me 'love' and invited me to meet their unit after lunch tuesday. i don't know, i've heard only bad things about brits around the camp and they were quick with racial slurs about italians. i guess we all have our faults. they were very interested in my M4A2 and asked me if it was an offensive or defensive weapon. i said whatever the situation calls for. they found that quite amusing. (?)
and finally but most importantly--some of my good buddies are headed home.
i will miss them all.
but where's my flight??