Endure...

Cause there's only way to go now: forward.

5 more weeks ladies and gents... 5 more weeks of field camp stuff plus a thailand trip and we'll be through. I'll be a 3SG. And no one's gonna push me around no more.... i hope.

I just came back from a field camp, grand slam 1. That's one down. And in 4 hours time i'll have to book back in. To load up stores for a live shoot that should have happened weeks ago on a friday. But it never did due to some administration cock-up. Well anyone would be pissed, but no reason for me to go ranting and raving. Them commanders have to be there as well, to keep us company with their stinking faces, and we'll keep them company with us. And there are the good ones who will be sacrificing their time for us (not that they have a choice... screw Charlie), but there are the shitty ones.... screw them....

WE HATE OUR COMMANDERS. Everyday, time is spent bitching about them: how selfish, saddistic, inefficient, incompetent they are.

Charlie coy is like an old man, bitter, alone, stuck in the ideals of his prime, never changing, never moving forward. Their policies they adopted from the yesteryear still stand their ground when companies all around shed their skin for better systems that produces better training.

Morale in Charlie is like the economy: The line in the line graph would be invisible, that's because it's all the way below, blended with the graph itself. (Hmmm, not a very clearly phrased analogy, but really, i couldn't give a damn.)

Half of the course is down, and people still hate Charlie. In Juliet, halfway through, such thoughts are furthest from their heads. True, we may bitch about a cock-up here or there, but ultimately we look to our time there with positivity and dare i say, enthusiasm.

No matter. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. This is a route march, and i know the end is near, even though my body and mind is crying out in agony, I know i've gone too long already.

Platoon! Charge!