Well, for better or for worse, it has been one year since my joining of the U.S. Army. In about 4 months it will be 2 years since I dropped out of college. At least I wasn't pregnant. That would be every parents nightmare. More to follow.
--Andy
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee
I actually have no idea where the title came from. Well, obviously, Mohamed Ali, but why it became the title will be forever a mystery.
Anyway, time for an update. Over the past...long time I have gone on leave to Colorado Springs and had a wonderful time in the mountains, hiking and playing cards and trying to find some oxygen to breathe. Yes yes, quite the wonderful time. Met old friends I had not seen in four years. Saw my parents whom I have not seen in a year. We were all playing tag at night and someone fell out of a tree and broke his wrist and got a concussion. As the only person who knew anything about medicine, I got to be "hero" and help them get down the mountain and call an ambulance. Mostly the trick was to calm the mother down.
I got back from leave a little late on Sunday the 27th. I was supposed to be back on Saturday, but since I had called in and let the right people know I would be late, it was all good. A little later Sunday I got called and told I was going to the field for a week. Which is what I got back from yesterday. It was a week of long days helping ROTC kids with blisters. Even though most of them were quite older then me, they acted like small children, disorganized and whining. We spent most of our time pointing and laughing when they ran around panicking because artillery simulators were being set off. Taking their lunch money and other things of the sort. Ahh, I am so easily amused.
On Wednesday I go off for a straight month in the field. That is going to be sheer joy. If this was a spoken word blog, the sarcasm in that last sentences would have been thick enough to cut and spread on a slice of bread. Immediately after getting back from that (on or around August 28th) I go off to a Mountain Medicine course that I am very excited about as well as being terrified about. It will be myself and a friend working with Navy SEALs and US Special Forces guys. It is quite a privilege to get to do this, but most of my prayers recently are for my survival.
One thing I have been considering recently (other then my line of thought on how pure and evil are so different than purely evil and if unicorns were the explanation) is getting a tattoo. I've always wanted one, and if there is one place that a tattoo would not be out of place, it is in the army. I found a great website that has literary tattoos. Although it seems as though everyone has decided to get a Slaughter House Five tattoo, I think I might get one on my arm that says "Man found alive with two legs." Or one of a baby rabbit. Or a small potato on my ankle (points if you know what the potato tattoo is from).
--Andy
Anyway, time for an update. Over the past...long time I have gone on leave to Colorado Springs and had a wonderful time in the mountains, hiking and playing cards and trying to find some oxygen to breathe. Yes yes, quite the wonderful time. Met old friends I had not seen in four years. Saw my parents whom I have not seen in a year. We were all playing tag at night and someone fell out of a tree and broke his wrist and got a concussion. As the only person who knew anything about medicine, I got to be "hero" and help them get down the mountain and call an ambulance. Mostly the trick was to calm the mother down.
I got back from leave a little late on Sunday the 27th. I was supposed to be back on Saturday, but since I had called in and let the right people know I would be late, it was all good. A little later Sunday I got called and told I was going to the field for a week. Which is what I got back from yesterday. It was a week of long days helping ROTC kids with blisters. Even though most of them were quite older then me, they acted like small children, disorganized and whining. We spent most of our time pointing and laughing when they ran around panicking because artillery simulators were being set off. Taking their lunch money and other things of the sort. Ahh, I am so easily amused.
On Wednesday I go off for a straight month in the field. That is going to be sheer joy. If this was a spoken word blog, the sarcasm in that last sentences would have been thick enough to cut and spread on a slice of bread. Immediately after getting back from that (on or around August 28th) I go off to a Mountain Medicine course that I am very excited about as well as being terrified about. It will be myself and a friend working with Navy SEALs and US Special Forces guys. It is quite a privilege to get to do this, but most of my prayers recently are for my survival.
One thing I have been considering recently (other then my line of thought on how pure and evil are so different than purely evil and if unicorns were the explanation) is getting a tattoo. I've always wanted one, and if there is one place that a tattoo would not be out of place, it is in the army. I found a great website that has literary tattoos. Although it seems as though everyone has decided to get a Slaughter House Five tattoo, I think I might get one on my arm that says "Man found alive with two legs." Or one of a baby rabbit. Or a small potato on my ankle (points if you know what the potato tattoo is from).
--Andy
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