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:: Sal VS The Iron Picket Stub ::
K once again i've managed to unproductively waste my morning away. This time the time wastage really smarts seeing as how i've more or less had the entire week off and, apart from spending my birthday with friends, spending time at home and just catching up with the closer bunch of people - i haven't really done much else other than sleep and daydream. I just realized i haven't even gone clubbing once ever since last saturday :\ I haven't read any new books, haven't really gotten to taking any new pictures, haven't met anyone new, etc etc etc. So much to do, only with an ever-decreasing amount of time. Well my right knee's busted, (by the way that's my -good- knee) but i guess it's feeling alot better as compared to last morning at the compass course. It was only when i got home that i realized how much it was bleeding. My jeans were totally soiled all the way down to my right ankle with blood. I got a kick out of peeling of the crusted blood from my shin but for the whole day, climbing up and down the stairs got to be quite a bitch. Well uhm. How'd i get the wound ? We were doing breaching, and i was the 1st LAW so group 1 gets contacted halfway into the approach to the wire obs. After running a short 10 or 15 metres i stopped in front of the wire and went into prone with my right knee ramming itself straight into a little iron spike protruding from the ground. And yeah the spike bypassed the knee guard and hit the knee straight. I notice the tear on the uniform at first but i didn't really realize the blood until much later when i started feeling a certain moistness to the pain. Well i'm happy enough to be able to finish the rest of the course i guess? But but but... i'm gonna be gone for another 2 weeks :( I'm gonna miss home sosososooso much. _ spoken. at 2:38 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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