So I get leave in a little bit. Still not sure if I want to go home for leave, or explore someplace new. Little break from the fireworks will be nice regardless.
So I send a message home to all my "pals" back home informing them of how a shindig needs to happen. Their response back "You left?" Ha, really? I mean seriously now? I can understand MAYBE a month into my deployment people are like "hheeeyyy, where in the hell did John go? OH thats right, fighting nazis and such." But it's been about half a year, no amount of explaining will really settle this terribly obnoxious feeling of sadness I get.
Time for a change up on the friends roster. Deep down I knew it was coming, but I guess I've always felt obligated to stay friends with them since we've been together since high-school. Unhealthy is unhealthy, and shit bags are of course just that, shit bags. I guess this is the last strike in their long list of fuck ups.
BUT on the brighter side of life. My mom sent me a voice message of my little brother telling me how much he misses me flipping him in the air. I love that kid ever so much. He's 3 and he's already more man than anyone I know. He can outdrink a lumberjack, and has more gentlemanly swagger than James Bond. A real lady slayer. Can't wait to see that foolish child.
Well, enough bitchin from me. Time for a quick shower and a nap. I do love me a nap.
So I send a message home to all my "pals" back home informing them of how a shindig needs to happen. Their response back "You left?" Ha, really? I mean seriously now? I can understand MAYBE a month into my deployment people are like "hheeeyyy, where in the hell did John go? OH thats right, fighting nazis and such." But it's been about half a year, no amount of explaining will really settle this terribly obnoxious feeling of sadness I get.
Time for a change up on the friends roster. Deep down I knew it was coming, but I guess I've always felt obligated to stay friends with them since we've been together since high-school. Unhealthy is unhealthy, and shit bags are of course just that, shit bags. I guess this is the last strike in their long list of fuck ups.
BUT on the brighter side of life. My mom sent me a voice message of my little brother telling me how much he misses me flipping him in the air. I love that kid ever so much. He's 3 and he's already more man than anyone I know. He can outdrink a lumberjack, and has more gentlemanly swagger than James Bond. A real lady slayer. Can't wait to see that foolish child.
Well, enough bitchin from me. Time for a quick shower and a nap. I do love me a nap.
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Thank you for serving.
As I have grown old I learned that the only people that really care,are family..So with that go see some shit! The world is big, I love learning new cultures the things we take for granted in the states how they cherish stuff we would never consider.
Tear it up man!