So you wake up to find yourself lying prone in an expanse of muddy muck with a ceiling of barbed wire inches above you; muck and barbed wire both extending for many yards in every direction. All around you are other people also in this mud, struggling and crawling toward some goal you cannot see. Standing over you, above the barbed wire ceiling, is a large and very noisy man wearing a peculiar hat, yelling at you to get a move on and continue crawling through the mire.
What you have forgotten since becoming incarnated as a U.S. Marine Corps basic trainee, is that prior to this incarnation you talked to the recruiter at the Armed Forces recruiting station, who told you that you could join the Marines, become a pilot, and do cool and interesting things. What you also have forgotten, is that the recruiter did mention "oh, and you'll have to go through Basic Training before flight school."
This at least would explain some of the shale-tastic lives that some of us have to live.
Re: UGC
So you wake up to find yourself lying prone in an expanse of muddy muck with a ceiling of barbed wire inches above you; muck and barbed wire both extending for many yards in every direction. All around you are other people also in this mud, struggling and crawling toward some goal you cannot see. Standing over you, above the barbed wire ceiling, is a large and very noisy man wearing a peculiar hat, yelling at you to get a move on and continue crawling through the mire.
What you have forgotten since becoming incarnated as a U.S. Marine Corps basic trainee, is that prior to this incarnation you talked to the recruiter at the Armed Forces recruiting station, who told you that you could join the Marines, become a pilot, and do cool and interesting things. What you also have forgotten, is that the recruiter did mention "oh, and you'll have to go through Basic Training before flight school."
This at least would explain some of the shale-tastic lives that some of us have to live.
- Cicada Grove