age: 22 (Jan 30, 1990)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2010
occupation: I'm a soldier in the U.S. Army.
makes me sad: Dullards, Slow stuff, Mass apathy
stats: 5'9" and a gym rat.
makes me happy: The sounds of a tattoo gun, The smell of an old car shop, My tank Bethalida, Being in love.
sign: Aquairis for the westerners Horse for the far east
body mods: 4 tattoos(One chest/collar, one on the inside of each forearm and one on the outside of my right forearm).
into: Notes written on your body, funny faces drawn on the windows of public transportation, weapons, steampunk/rivet culture.
BLOGS
So We're gearing up to head back home and had to pack our footlockers in a connex so they can get shipped back home. My footlocker is a 100 pound behemoth that's about the same physical size as me. I found out that I missed the truck coming to pick them up due to conducting PT(Physical Training) so I decided to carry it down to the TOC(Tactical Operations Center). I got about halfway there when I saw my Platoon Leader in a truck, he honked and waved then drove off. I'm normally one not to care but I thought that this maybe way all the ''Good'' NCO's are leaving the army.
MARCH 2012
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