21.Oct.2004
I hate this on again, off again crap. One month everyone is convinced we are going to afghanistan, and the
next that we aren't going anywhere. Recently, it's been a change of opinion almost daily. This
really affects me. You see, if we go, it's not to go to do our job, we are going to do something messed
up, probably something that involves shooting at people, and getting shot back at. It's not really my cup
of tea. I don't want to live knowing that I killed someone. It's impossible for me to say that someone
else's life is worth less than my own. I joined the patriot missile. We save lives without having
to kill people. It's a noble job, and I couldn't feel more proud than to have the oppurtunity to
fire down a missile that's headed for a large group of people. I wouldn't mind going to war to do
my job anytime. I wouldn't hesitate for a second. But to go and fight in some bullshit fight that
my boss thinks will help him get re-elected is horseshit.
Perhaps I could get in trouble for writing things like that. Probably a good idea to stop, but you can
bet that if I do get sent somewhere, you're going to see a nice, long rant about a few things that
it took my joining the military to realize. This is, of course, after I play a few cards, try a few
tricks I might be able to think of. Only if I'm going not to do my job.
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04.Oct.2004
I meant to write much more yesterday, but I just got way too tired.
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03.Oct.2004
The months are going way to fast, perhaps it's because we've been spending so much time in the field lately,
the past three weeks actually, causing me to miss Oktoberfest.
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