Oct 27, 2008 18:41
I don't know how to continue. Yet again, Im about to go to the last place on the planet that any sane, rational person would want to go to. Yet again they're sending my battalion in. Screw the army, and most of the Marine Corp, sent to places that have KFCs (KFCs!!!) and coffee shops (oh the humanity) in them. Its time to go to a place with beds that are made from the cardboard from MRE boxes and bases with uncertain defenses. Where my first order of business is to make sure that the machine guns are placed where they should be to stop the Taliban from overrunning it with bodies and multiple suicide bombers.
You cant be paranoid enough.
And I have a wife and a kid in the making now. More reason than most people have who have fled. Straight up either left the unit when they could have stayed or have deserted (we should use the punishment still in the books and hang these fuckers when we find them). But for some reason I still feel ok about going forward.
Oh yeah. Then they promoted me to sergeant. Im waiting for the marine corp to realize their mistake. More money for me, same job really. I always had an image of what sergeants in the Marine Corp should be. Then I see where Im at and know (KNOW!) Im not where I should be for the role. Goddamn Sergeant. In the infantry for godsakes.
Screw it. If its a girl the name is Lida Rose. Lida for my mom, Rose for Sarah. I dont know what the karma is for giving a girl the name of two dead women, but it seems right at the moment. And it sounds good too.