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bktheirregular) wrote2009-11-20 10:56 am
bktheirregular) wrote2009-11-20 10:56 am
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Perspective.
A year ago today, I was in the bleeping infantry.
Whatever happens at work today, once the day's over, I can go home to a place of my very own, with no bugles waking me up at oh-dark-thirty, no two-to-four-in-the-morning sentry duty, no sharing quarters with thirty-eight immature jackasses.
Whatever happens at work today, once the day's over, I can go home to a place of my very own, with no bugles waking me up at oh-dark-thirty, no two-to-four-in-the-morning sentry duty, no sharing quarters with thirty-eight immature jackasses.
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