Breed it, and Bear it, and Make it Your Narcotic..

Begging face down on the floor. You sold your soul, now they want more.

These are lyrics to a song that's been stuck in my head all day long. The title of this post, I decided, will be my anthem for this deployment. Breed it, and Bear it; I know I'm going to war in Afghanistan. You know I'm going to war in Afghanistan. So I've created some sort of positive vibe about the whole situation that I can embrace during the preparation stage. When the preparation stage is over, then I can bear the suck and fight the good fight. Afghanistan will become my narcotic of choice, because, well, I don't really have a choice. Embrace the suck.

I would check out this song if I were you; it's called simply, "Narcotic," by DEAD POETIC. I like this band because it is made up of guys I went to high school with. They sort of made it big, too, until one of the members decided he didn't want to be in a band any more. It kind of ended after that, but they do have one album left on their contract, so it's not totally over.

I do not have a whole lot to talk about today. I am hoping and praying that my pass will get approved so that I can go home one last time this weekend. I really need it, in a bad way. I just want to get out of the military scene one last moment. After that it's going to be balls to the wall hardcore army every day for 15 months. I heard rumors today that there is no Internet access whatsoever in the area we will be operating in. I hope this isn't true..for one, how will I continue this blog? And two, it's a great way to communicate back home.

I can hear shots being fired right now. Must be a late night out on the firing range. I really didn't think I lived close enough to base to hear gunfire, but I guess I am. You can't mistake the the rat-tat-tat of an M249 or a .50 caliber machine gun.

Anxiety is starting to take it's place in my mind. We have to get everything squared away with getting rid of our apartment and making sure all of our belongings are properly stored. What am I gonna do with the bills that will arrive in my mailbox at an apartment that I don't live in anymore? I won't even be in the US when they come; I guess I'll have them forwarded to my parents. We also have to make sure we have all of our personal military gear..We are each responsible for too much gear in my opinion. If I could possibly hand carry all of the stuff I've been issued I'd be buried by it. Asphyxiation by equipment, what a way to go!

Well, I guess I will sign off for now. Pray for the pass, pray for the pass. I want to go to Ohio.

Cheers

-J