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I updated a couple things on my user info page, like my location and my little bio. For those of you too lazy to look, I put that I now live in Fort Huachuca, Arizona, and that I'm 21 and in the military. Nothing too special, heh.
Anyway, things have been pretty calm here in Arizona so far. I haven't started class yet, though I'm set to Tuesday. Much to my amusement, I've been told that the hardest part of the course is the symbology section, something that I already know a decent amount of. If that's truly the hardest part, this thing should be a breeze. I just need to finish up with getting my top secret security clearance and I'll be in the clear.
Being a bit on the crazy side has helped me come to a conclusion about the military...I'm not sticking around for another term. I'm already scheduled to go back to Iraq again later this year. Once I have my security clearance and my term is up, I've got two different jobs that I'm considering...FBI and CIA. No, that's not a joke. Considering my military training and the fact that they wouldn't have to spend a buttload of cash getting me a clearance, it wouldn't be too difficult, or so I hear anyway. I'm still in the process of figuring out how the heck I'm supposed to relay my interests to them, heh. I get the feeling that's the hardest part of this whole thing.
About the Iraq thing, don't get too worried. Unlike the first time around, I probably won't ever even get to leave the gate of a safe zone, seeing as how the job that I'm training to be doesn't have any reason to. Personally, I don't like that thought. I'd much rather go back to being something like convoy security or security for those people who have to go out into the towns. I've got the experience. I know what to expect. Better me being out there than some new Private who's still learning the ropes like I was when I first got there. Unfortunately, my hands are tied. All I know is that if I ever hear about a friend of mine back in my old unit getting hurt because of shitty security, I'm gonna find whoever's fault it was and tear into them, regardless of rank. The last thing I need is old friends getting hurt when I can't do anything about it.
Although I'm getting tired fast, I have one more matter to address, and that's an apology. I won't say to whom, but she'll know when she reads it. You see, she was in a tight spot financially and asked me for assistance. Even though I wasn't in the world's greatest spot myself, I did some checking and realized that I would be able to help after all. I made a mistake in my calculations, however. I was relying on the $1,500 from my federal taxes, which was supposed to reach me by the middle of March. It still has not. Even so, I still had enough to send her half of it...until my car broke down and wouldn't start. A week and $500 later, my car was back and my time on Ft. Carson was almost up. I was rapidly becoming low on funds because I had to pay off bills, but I wasn't sweating because I was expecting both my taxes and my travel pay to enter my account. Neither of them have yet. The morning that I was going to leave Ft. Carson, I filled up on gas and I checked my account balance... I remember the exact amount being -$6.07. Yes, negative. It turns out that my brother's lawyers pulled out $300 without informing me. Once I arrived on Ft. Huachuca, I found out that I was even more screwed than I had anticipated. It turns out that I've got to pay for every meal here. To make matters worse, I have almost no internet access and my cell phone is always roaming because Verizon doesn't have a tower anywhere near the border. So, to recap, I'm broke and I've got almost no contact with the rest of the world. If it weren't for the fact that I've got friends here, I'd have starved to death by now. To make a long story short (too late), I'm no longer in any sort of a condition to loan anybody anything. I'm very, very sorry, but I can't do anything.
All right, it's midnight here and I have to get up at 4:30 AM so I'm off to bed. Take care folks. Hope you're all doing better than I am, heh.