Dustbowl Joe in King Hollywood's Court
Brief rundown: I'm in the Army. If I claim a "home city", it's more fantasy than anything, whereas I have no "home city". I live where the Army sends me. My only family is in Clovis, CA -- parents, grandparents, uncles and in-laws. Not married, never been -- not for lack of want of affection.
My unit is deployed, to the mothafucking sandbox. It's a unit working in a job I did not sign up to be in, and which the Army has ordered me to be in. Enough said publicly, there -- except, probably, this: If it's like a draft, but I'd already signed up, voluntarily, when it went like that.
While I"m writing this, I'm on my last days of R&R, on my first deployment. I harbor no fantasies about this going well, whereas there has been a continued tendency for this R&R break to not go well. This will be my only R&R for the whole fifteen months, and my only break from *THERE*, in this time.
Having learned the hard way, then on my next deployment, I'm going to have to be damned sure to select an R&R destination that I will actually enjoy. California was a default. The scenery is great, if you're not seeing all of it by yourself. LA can be fun, I'm sure, if you can find where you're going, and not be a loner once you get there.
My life may suck, right now, just about as much as it ever has, but there is this much: It keeps going. Days from now, when I'm in a job I actually signed up to be in, I might enjoy this.
Brief rundown: I'm in the Army. If I claim a "home city", it's more fantasy than anything, whereas I have no "home city". I live where the Army sends me. My only family is in Clovis, CA -- parents, grandparents, uncles and in-laws. Not married, never been -- not for lack of want of affection.
My unit is deployed, to the mothafucking sandbox. It's a unit working in a job I did not sign up to be in, and which the Army has ordered me to be in. Enough said publicly, there -- except, probably, this: If it's like a draft, but I'd already signed up, voluntarily, when it went like that.
While I"m writing this, I'm on my last days of R&R, on my first deployment. I harbor no fantasies about this going well, whereas there has been a continued tendency for this R&R break to not go well. This will be my only R&R for the whole fifteen months, and my only break from *THERE*, in this time.
Having learned the hard way, then on my next deployment, I'm going to have to be damned sure to select an R&R destination that I will actually enjoy. California was a default. The scenery is great, if you're not seeing all of it by yourself. LA can be fun, I'm sure, if you can find where you're going, and not be a loner once you get there.
My life may suck, right now, just about as much as it ever has, but there is this much: It keeps going. Days from now, when I'm in a job I actually signed up to be in, I might enjoy this.