I always said I'd never start a blog about my military stuff, but recently a few things have happened and I figured I should write down some of the shit that goes rolling through my head before it's gone (the thoughts or the head). So if you're reading this then welcome, but I need to establish a few precedents:
1. I don't claim to speak on behalf of all soldiers. The Army has all different kinds of people. Most of them are weird as shit.
2. I think blogs are a major OPSEC violation so don't expect details about anything, anywhere, anybody, or anytime.
3. I'm not doing this for attention. I don't give a fuck if no one reads this. At least it's written down.
The title is a reference to a lyric in a Counting Crows song which doesn't really have anything to do with the Army, but I think it accurately describes what the Army life can be about. And I like Counting Crows.
Some might not like my bad language, some might not like my macabre sense of humor, some might not like me just because of who I am and what I do. This place isn't for you, this place is for me.
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