Now that I am officially set up, I’m happy to begin my terrorism life/millitary blogging here. I’m me, and if you don’t know me yet… well, you will soon. MrTrip and I occasionally reside in the same town, and since I crave power need an outlet and he want’s to keep me some form of sane, he’s graciously allowed me to write about my experiences in the millitary here. A lot of it plays into life itself. Because if you’ve ever lived in an isolated area with a group of about 100-200 people you see every day(or even been to middle school), you know how civilization can quickly dissolve into petty bullcrap. Complete with themed dances. >_< (Thanks for Salsa Night, Army Health and Welfare committee, it was just like being home… in 11th grade, at homecoming!)

Seriously, Army life isn’t so bad. Well, with a war going on it’s got decent perks, anyways. And that’s not to be disrespectful of my brothers and sisters in arms who have given their lives. But think of it in terms like this: I’m getting offerred 13,000 tax free dollars to keep doing this work for another 4 years. I have a High School Diploma, some millitary training, and that’s it. I don’t work anywhere near the danger zones. And I still get goodies from home, I have a fat life insurance plan, and best of all, I’m learning how to be a leader. Leadership is where the cash is, people. The only trick is to not become a power-crazy ass.

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