KHAI :D Ironically the Metaphor is a Pun.

KHAI :D Ironically the Metaphor is a Pun.


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Saturday, October 30, 2010 Box me up and send me home. Day 229 "Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really matters. You become each other's constant." Internship Just last week we had a one week internship program and were sent to some camp to shadow platoon commanders. To observe them and learn. To see how they lead their subordinates and overcome problems.. So we know what to expect when we are one in the future. It was... pretty insightful. You know how whenever you go to a new place you start to adapt and settle and the first thing ppl usually do is (subconsciously) think of the differences between where they're from and where they currently are. Where I am, life's fucking hectic. But almost everyone's self-motivated to do well. (Retards. ._.) Over there? People book in to take orders, listen to higher command. Really feel like they're serving. Then book out by the end of the week. (Well at least most do.) "What he say I just follow. Just don't get fucked. So I don't feel like shit. The plan is to just get this over and done with. Can already." Ahh.. conscription. It's one thing to force a man to fish and another to force him to learn how to fish. And then, once in awhile you think about the similarities.. About the fact that human beings are fucked up. That they do things for purpose and sometimes it gets expressed so clearly out in the open. You take people from different societies and put them together in a box and you automatically see a hiearchy (however vague) form up, slowly but surely. Taiwan. On another note. I'm flying off again. To freeze and die in the jungle at the top of some random hill surrounded by what i'll think looks the same as the spot I'll be on then before I know it get reincarnated, rejected at the gates and revived back to my body where I'll gasp and wake up with rifle in hand helmet blocking the top half of my vision stomach against the ground flatten dead leaves feel water trickle along feet within wet socks camou half wiped off but still felt insect repellant spammed flags in pocket matador slung on back smoke grenade magazine pouch boots tightened knee guards suffocating joints (blahblahblah..) and say... what. the. fuck. its. morning. day. 1. over. 20. more. days. let's. go. Of course I tend to exaggerate shit that will happen so when the real thing takes place this same shit is expected but when shit doesnt show up or turn out as bad I feel bloody fucking good.
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