Beat up, chewed up, and spit the fudge out... -
01-20-2005, 06:22 PM
That's how I feel down here at airborne school. I tell's ya, this school fucking sucks ass. Now, let's get one thing straight... I fucking hate running. I run everywhere. I have a five mile run tomorrow... and that wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a four mile run this morning. And that wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't spent the past two weeks FALLING THE FUCK DOWN. It's not so bad though... I get to jump out of a plane starting Monday. Then, as long as I don't fall out of tomorrow's run or break anything that I need on jump week, I go to Bragg and the 82nd. Well, gotta go... just throwing this out for those who may go to Airborne school during a military career they may pursue, and/or those who know the reprehensible Kraut Killer and give a rat's ass... oh yeah, to those who may go to Airborne school, try to avoid Delta Co., they're the hardest company. Oh, and Milla, on my way down to Georgia, I passed through Fredericksburg, and was all like, "I'm sick as a fucking dog and going to report to Ft. fucking Benning, and... oh hey Milla lives here... all I want to do is sleep and stop the cold sweats...". But that's another story for another time.
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