We got an email yesterday informing us that we would be involuntarily extended for six more months.
It actually hurt when I read it. I don't know why. We've been expecting this, but to see it in print just took the wind out of my sails and the air out of lungs like I had been kicked. There was a space of about 2 seconds when I actually could have cried.
It hurt because I want to be home. I want to finish college. I want to control my life again.
I didn't cry or shout or curse, I just walked around a bit. I don't like my current job. I don't like being a rear echelon motherfucker. I've been trying to volunteer for Iraq, but they won't let me go. I can't believe it, but they won't. I understand that I am a cog, and that in order for the great wheel to turn, every cog must be in it's place, but the job that I do any one can do. There's nothing special about me that they have to keep me here. Ever sinse 9/11 I've wanted a piece of some one's ass. I've wanted some payback and now it just seems that I wont get to throw any of the actual punches.
Some times I feel like a kid who's pouting. I dunno.
I'm not gonna quit. I'm not gonna go awol. I'm going to do the best job I can. I want to win the war in Iraq and I want as many of those sorry ass terrorists to die as posible. If the only way I can contribute is by doing my job here in the U.S. then so be it.
But I'd rather be somewhere else.
It actually hurt when I read it. I don't know why. We've been expecting this, but to see it in print just took the wind out of my sails and the air out of lungs like I had been kicked. There was a space of about 2 seconds when I actually could have cried.
It hurt because I want to be home. I want to finish college. I want to control my life again.
I didn't cry or shout or curse, I just walked around a bit. I don't like my current job. I don't like being a rear echelon motherfucker. I've been trying to volunteer for Iraq, but they won't let me go. I can't believe it, but they won't. I understand that I am a cog, and that in order for the great wheel to turn, every cog must be in it's place, but the job that I do any one can do. There's nothing special about me that they have to keep me here. Ever sinse 9/11 I've wanted a piece of some one's ass. I've wanted some payback and now it just seems that I wont get to throw any of the actual punches.
Some times I feel like a kid who's pouting. I dunno.
I'm not gonna quit. I'm not gonna go awol. I'm going to do the best job I can. I want to win the war in Iraq and I want as many of those sorry ass terrorists to die as posible. If the only way I can contribute is by doing my job here in the U.S. then so be it.
But I'd rather be somewhere else.
A nephew of my just got a medical discharge from the Marines. He broke the top of his femur at the end of basic and was oporated on and sent home.
Thanks for doing what you're doing.