
pressure is a funny thing, it changes people. perhaps it is this place, it seems to tear people apart. ive been to this place three times in the past. the heat is unbearable, the humidity is very prevalent as well. aside from that FT Bragg, home of the John F. Kennedy Special Warfare Center and School is the birthplace of todays modern Green Beret, the place is crowded with these motherfuckers. back to the point, been here for five days already and its been tiresome. although i must add its also been liberating. i find myself cursing loudly at anything and everything, it is awesome. i do believe i have become a semi bipolar sumbitch. Mott Lake looks amazing at this time of day. we're set up on this bank, white sand and tall trees, i do believe i have a picture. -fast forward to today, sittin there under the shade and having a smoke. little did i know about the events that were about to unfold. supposed friends became enemies, allegiances were formed. this is what happens when you include two lazy and i mean lazy females who despite their rise to sergeant have not the slightest clue of the responsibilities entailed. for seventeen days readers, seventeen days the crucible lasted... to be continued.
thats where i want to have a shack and live.
ReplyDeleteits fuken peaceful out there man, nice little 20 pack and some good company, camp fire goin with some tender cuts and a stevie ray soundtrack... BOSS!
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