Digitally Evolved . n e t

Happy New Years people. I’m officially back from the giant sand box known as Iraq. However, I still seem to be lacking a few things I thought I would just automatically recieve when I got back. Such as a life. Being without any gaming consoles, movies and even basic transportation, I’m pretty much stuck in my room, on the internet. But thank GOD for Cable Broadband. No one who hasn’t been deployed can know the pain of having an internet uplink that loads an average webpage in, oh I don’t know, about 3 to 5 minutes.

Another thing I missed out on: regular health care. So now I’m getting all kinds of poked, prodded, blood-drained and possibly drilled to ensure that I’m in good health. It’s not fun… on the flip side, however, I’ve not had a head cold since I joined the millitary. Either there’s something that’s actually good for me in the food here, or I’m really blessed. Well, probably the second one, considering I came home in one piece with no missing parts.

I’ll stop rambling now, but I’ve got an idea of my next post: reasons not to join the army. It’s probably gonna be an ongoing thing, as there are so many mechanisims in the organization that don’t work right that I can forget them untill the shortcoming smacks me in the face again.  But to kick it all off, don’t join the army reason 1: because then you don’t have to decide if you want to stay in the army.

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.