Tonight I'm doing okay, all things considered. Things are probably going to get worse soon, unless the other sergeants are blowing smoke again. They don't believe me when I say I can't seem to cope with extra stress anymore. Maybe I'm not trying, maybe I'm letting myself break down. Who knows.
Tomorrow, no, today, I'll be dragged out to the range to fire the grenade machine gun with high explosive rounds, and I'm not excited. Not even looking forward to it. The Army takes the fun out of everything.