Sunday, May 8, 2005

Just like in Nam....

There are a few of us still left in the jungles. They're having us storm Hill 24-7 aka "Finals". Hand dug trenches. Torrential rains. Gangrene everywhere. It's dark when it should be light. I wake up sweating thinking I missed something. People disappearing around me. All around me. Like zombies, everyone. It's a necessary evil, they say. Like that first can of cheap beer, or that shot of questionable Tequila. It'll be over soon. They say I can go home when I'm done. I'm not sure they mean it. They'll want me to come back just one more time. They always do. This is my third tour here. Third I tell you. Night is coming. More firefight by candle light. Back to the trenches I go, dodging bullets...Just like in Nam.
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My internet is out. The powersupply in my computer is dead. I'm on campus on a Sunday afternoon. The one good thing: The Grande Ice'd Chai I got from Starbucks. 5 squirts chai, 2 squirts vanilla, 2 squirts cinnamon, and milk up to there.. Ask for it, you'll like it. What else is going on? Nothing until Tuesday afternoon. Until then, keep cool my babies*.

*I like Conan.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The L.T. sez the radio is out and you're on yer own. Keep your head down and get some punk to take point...

Sgt. A in H-Town

Tygriss said...

hey sarge, caught 3 in the ass... still walkin, tho... still walkin...