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I miss all you incredible bastards. Whether we know each other or have never met, we pounded the same dirt. I sit on this blasted island while my MOS cries and my soul rots. This concept of doing a workup and training, only to go somewhere else for more of the same workup and training drives me insane. I train in order to do my job, not sit here with my weapon in an armory. What the hell is this crap?! My heart needs a jolt, I need my adrenaline fix, I want to feel something again, elation, pain, anger, peace, jubilation. It was a trip. Now its just pain, anger, depression, and blank nothingness. Give me chaos or give me peace. -Mack
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 02:33:01 +0000

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