Just how long before this goes down?
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Saturday, June 7, 2008
Trackspin: Lostprophets - And She Told Me To Leave.
Feeling in a bad mood yet again. It's been oncoming for the past few days. Only duty with Fahmi, Zam and Hugang, as well as Charles' company has been keeping me sane and in check this past duty. The idea I brought home after this deployment can be summed up as such; "Let's watch if they cry or die."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going all out to make some poor soul cry. Just that I personally think that respect has to be earned and just because you've three fucking chevrons on each arm doesn't mean that I, a lowly lance corporal, will listen to you and obey your every command like a subservient slave. Simply because I think that you're full of shit and that you think rank is such an important thing. So fine, it's reality that in the army, rank is all that seems to matter because those stuck at the bottom of the feeding chain, i.e. my platoon and myself included, will be picked on to do every single shit job there is to be done, no matter who the fuck was expected to do it in the first damn place. So if you think you're bigger than your friends, that you can throw your weight around and "torture" us when we're back in camp for training, let me tell you first that you're wrong. You're so damn wrong. I'm willing to bet that considering how much we've put you through this past couple of weeks, you're almost about to break down. And you even "threatened" Charles with what you're going to do to us when we're back to our training regime in camp. Wow, scary. No, seriously. Let's see if you really do breakdown when the section you're presumably taking over refuses to cooperate with you. It's a hard reality because we're not conventional men in this platoon and we're not who you expect us to be, nor do we respond the way you expect us to, as can be witnessed when Charles very willingly would have taken that SOL just for that one day of leaving early during our qrf. You just can never understand us, and not wanting to take the time and chance to understand us will be your biggest undoing in this remainder of your ns life while you're working with us under you.
Okay, that's put out succintly enough, I think. Rather irritated that I can't get to solve the trade issue today because I was in camp. Damn it.
It's gonna be another long fucking night and definitely too long of a year ahead.
I guess I'll just have to live with the fact that I don't mean fuckshit.
I wish I'd just stop feeling, caring, hurting. So just kill me.
got around to thinking @ 11:03 PM
Feeling in a bad mood yet again. It's been oncoming for the past few days. Only duty with Fahmi, Zam and Hugang, as well as Charles' company has been keeping me sane and in check this past duty. The idea I brought home after this deployment can be summed up as such; "Let's watch if they cry or die."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not going all out to make some poor soul cry. Just that I personally think that respect has to be earned and just because you've three fucking chevrons on each arm doesn't mean that I, a lowly lance corporal, will listen to you and obey your every command like a subservient slave. Simply because I think that you're full of shit and that you think rank is such an important thing. So fine, it's reality that in the army, rank is all that seems to matter because those stuck at the bottom of the feeding chain, i.e. my platoon and myself included, will be picked on to do every single shit job there is to be done, no matter who the fuck was expected to do it in the first damn place. So if you think you're bigger than your friends, that you can throw your weight around and "torture" us when we're back in camp for training, let me tell you first that you're wrong. You're so damn wrong. I'm willing to bet that considering how much we've put you through this past couple of weeks, you're almost about to break down. And you even "threatened" Charles with what you're going to do to us when we're back to our training regime in camp. Wow, scary. No, seriously. Let's see if you really do breakdown when the section you're presumably taking over refuses to cooperate with you. It's a hard reality because we're not conventional men in this platoon and we're not who you expect us to be, nor do we respond the way you expect us to, as can be witnessed when Charles very willingly would have taken that SOL just for that one day of leaving early during our qrf. You just can never understand us, and not wanting to take the time and chance to understand us will be your biggest undoing in this remainder of your ns life while you're working with us under you.
Okay, that's put out succintly enough, I think. Rather irritated that I can't get to solve the trade issue today because I was in camp. Damn it.
It's gonna be another long fucking night and definitely too long of a year ahead.
I guess I'll just have to live with the fact that I don't mean fuckshit.
I wish I'd just stop feeling, caring, hurting. So just kill me.
got around to thinking @ 11:03 PM
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