got concrete?

Watching the sunrise doesn't sound as cool as it does in the movies... Especially when you're stuck in a ride lacking air-conditioning with a one-liner captain along cemetry backyards, sand in yer teeth, plus enough of it in yer hair to equivalently rival at least 3-star strength Gatsby wax with zero shine, layers of cooling powder coated on the skin with sweat collected over 48 hours, repellant-resistant mosquitos pricking through raw make-up to literally suck face, listening to a radio that only broadcasts voices of husky corporals, dimsum effect in the boots and munching on dusty apricot energy bars.

Hey, I'm not complaining. It's just the sunrise part. Painfully slow... -_-

On the whole, I pretty much have to comment that this exercise went rather smoothly. It ended with the "Hey that wasn't so bad, eh? Plus with finished the missions a day and a half earlier than schedule!" reaction. You could say we all feel like a buncha old birds now. There was a sense of nostalgia as I passed the old training grounds into deployment. Sounds pretty sad on the surface, heck, most of you wouldn't know what in the world I'm blabbering about anyway. Of course, after every field camp, it's just tradition to do a minor civilian conversion course. Call it incentive. You'd die if you stay in.

Now I'm free from the 106 guys and 2 girls, time capsule closes again on Sunday night.

Oh yeah, let's dance.