Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Before We Begin, Think About This

I went to elemtry school, and graduated. I learn the basics, reading,
writing and math. Graduated from Jr. HS also, same thing, your basic
studies. Ran into problems in HS, but would have graduated if I had
stayed in. What I did was join the Army, a higher Learning, a Real Life
Education.

My mind at the time was still young, not yet formed in a way. Basic
Training was like all the of my schools rolled into one, and better.
Since I was so young, 17, I grasped stuff really easily. I was asked,
when I was in the Army, did it effect me in any way when I got out. No,
it didn't. My mother talks of times when I did something when I was
younger, I don't remember any of it. But those 6 years I spent in The
Army, and what I learned, is still right there in my memory like it was
yesterday.

I was trained to be come a fighting machine. I learned things back then,
that even now I still use. I know of rules, specifications, and
procedures and can read them off if the 'right' people were to ask me
them. Its all up there, in my head. People, this was the Federal
Government I was working for. I wasn't Special Forces, but I was on a
Special Team. I held a Top Secret Nuclear Clearance. Operation Desert
Shield, I was called upon to enter Officer Canidate School to become a
Officer aboard a Nuclear Powered Submerine. Think about that, I turned
it down because the war at that time would only last for a couple of
days, and the school was for 18 months. I wanted to see some action.

In our Armed Forces, don't let any one tell you that's in that they
don't crave the blood ruching feeling of action. People don't know what
their limits are, the body is a strange and complex machine. We are
hindered by it in a way. When the body is exhasted, the mind is totally
alive and functioning at its peak. You push yourself, and then you push
yourself some more. Its a dangerous instrument also, the mind. The bosy
is just a suitcase, and paper bag that's friagle when its wet. In The
Army Forces, your body becames a plastic bag so to speak. It still can
be torn apart, but it takes a lot more pressure to do so. Palstic is
much stronger than paper, believe me.
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