bob wrote:sauced and full of bbq.
Amen brotha !
Well, let's see, no footbag still. I get some urges here and there, but try to keep air footbag to a complete and stealthy minimum. Got through Panama City Dive training , lotta obstacles overcame and graduated that deal. Got to Eglin to learn about explosives and such, but I fucked up a couple months ago by getting a public intox and talking smack to the cops. 0 tolerance is a bitch. Most people get kicked out of this school for DUI, I got it for hoofin it. I vowed not to drink until I received a higher rank, or I accomplished something. Well, I've broken that just recently so I accomplished dishonesty to myself. BUT, to keep consistant with my moto, Fuck It. Over 2 months without alcohol in the system was a pretty good run I thought.
Now I'm leaving this Friday to a far and distant land...60 miles away to Pensacola, FL. Over there I will become a PR(parachute rigger) which is a whopping 28 days of training. A bit shorter than one of the longest training jobs in the Navy. Anyways, the plan is to bolt down and get to the top of the class to possibly get an instant advancement and choice of orders. It seems after that school I can be sent just about anywhere in the world to use my sewing skills to make the world a better place. I don't know a whole lot about PR's other than they repair aircrew safety equipment and other PR's only praise the job compared to most of the other shitty jobs. Hell, if that's the case, maybe I'll learn how to sew footbags. I made a total of 2 in my early footbag life. 1 fell apart and the other was just a sad site.
Tomorrow is the ritualistic Weds. night sushi night at Sushi Siam. So I'll snap some pictures and post up of my last stand. I've managed to refuse sake for 2 months from that place. SAKE BOMB !!!
I miss my crew like crazy. They are all like brothers to me and now I see them a couple times a year for a weekend and maybe a couple days if I'm lucky. Bob is completely right about growing up, it sucks. There is nothing better than having close to no worries and the only thing that matters is you and your buds just chillin out together having the time of your lives. It's crazy you'll never know that until later in life. I know that nobody thought I'd join the military and even I was one of those nonbelievers. But if anybody knows me, I can be unpredictable and just go for it.
My experience thus far has been a great one. I've learned a ton in personal growth and what the military is and stands for. Before this adventure I didn't think twice about a military man that walked by, other than he shouldn't be wearing camouflage in this town. Now I am that man walking in a uniform. I understand that I will be in this job for quite a long time and ultimately I might not return to home. I can't stand the fact that I've lost my EOD contract and have to pick some randomassed job for a year before I can even try to get back in. Some people might even be happy that I'm not in it because of the potential risks that are involved. Screw that, I've never done anything in my life that I've felt so compelled to do and have enjoyed the insights of superiors.
Many instructors at my school have retired and have so many different adventures to talk of, so much information, so much pride, so much respect from everyone else, and I want a piece of that. The job is rich in history from the day it was created and has great respect among other enlisted. What other job gets payed to learn to dive, jump parachutes, detonate explosives, and exercise ? I see so many of the older instructors that have done their time just shootin the shit (never really understood that saying) with each other, and it reminds myself of my crew and I. The best dream I've had since I've joined the Navy was when my friends joined this program and I had them all here with me. The only way I think I could be closer with my friends is if they understood this lifestyle. The only way to understand it is live it. I would have a great deal more respect for them and would feel more as if we were brothers in arms, pretty BA. Not to say I don't respect them, they're all like blood to me, I'd gladly take a bullet for any one of them and smile doing so. They know it, I know it, that's the great thing about good friends that have grown up together.
I know as I grow up and they do the same, we will all slowly branch out. I've already lost a couple friends, not to the casualties of war, but just of becoming an adult and moving on, a sad death indeed. Sometimes I wish I could be back home in my old lifestyle, but on a person level, that wouldn't advance me further or solve my problems. I really miss the contact of them all, laughter always filled the air. That kind of laughter just dissolved any other problems going on, any other stress, and was so accessible and abundant.
I will definitely be safe and sound with this new job that I'm getting into. The risk of death has pretty much went back down to 0 since I just sold my motorcycle and am no longer in the EOD community. I have so much time on my hands to think about how life could be at home. Where the hell I'm going and going to different places not knowing a single soul there. At this point I've pretty much lost my military friends because I'm no longer in the class I was supposed to graduate with. Others have failed out or had medical problems. Now I'm going to a completely new place with no one by my side, almost like I'm back at square one. Oddly enough, I am ready for this all to restart and meet new people. I just keep meeting more and more acquaintences while I know I will probably never meet anyone like my friends back home.
*ramble ramble ramble*
G'night.