Sunday, July 17, 2005

:: 5th week ::

So it's fucking 7.15 and i'm still home.

I'm already head to toe in green and my field pack's packed and good to go - but i suddenly realized i didn't do any blogging this weekend.

This weekend, like the rest - was pretty much spent in good company. It seems like every weekend i gain a little more respect for everyone i spend it with.

I'm at a point where i don't really care about what's gonna happen tomorrow morning or whether or not things'll go my way - all i want is for the weekends to come and stay.

I miss everyone still... They're all probably on their way now to see copeland play tonight... really wish i could be there.

But strangely enough i'm looking forward to singing the songs we do and marching the routes we take. Laughing about the stupid things we come across on our way back to our second home.

Then we have the fieldpack inspection which is mostly full of laughs at what the other soldiers bring in and how much food they can stuff in their packs.

I love being a soldier; i just wish i had more time with everyone outside of tekong.

7 weeks to POP. :)

bye.

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spoken. at 7:15 PM