Life So Far - Kile

I'm currently in Okinawa, Japan right now. I just came back from the Mojave desert, learning about things that I already knew but doing ridiculous stuff.

Right now I have a few Corporals that love to haze and I am an augment, an augment is a person from a different MOS/job that was moved to another job, and I basically had to learn their job. After shifting to their standards and adapting to their work style, I have come to learn to effectively shoot the 50cal, MK19, SAW, and M4. I can use an IV, splints, and other medical devises that help people breath and continue living.

Every single day I think about you guys and my family, what they do and how differently it is working in the Marine Corps. It saddens me that I can't do what I want to do, I have to report and have formations every single day, and I can't go anywhere without doing paperwork. To go back home would cost thousands of dollars and leave pay which I don't have which is why I'm not coming home before Afghan. I wake up everyday around 5-6 AM if I'm lucky. Sometimes around 3.

I hide myself in my room to get away from everybody since I love my silence, alone-time, and anti-socialist feelings. It's quite funny how I exactly remember getting back into Luke's basement and beginning the journey of being part of this group. It was during lunch in highschool, Mike and I sat next to each other with a few others, and we were both talking and I brought up if I would be able to join in because I was interested in playing DnD, Warhammer, and all the video games that we could get our geeky lil hands on.

I can't do that anymore every weekend because I'm literally thousands of miles away from my true best friends. It's one thing to trust my Marine friends with my life and mine with yours, but I trust things to held by you and nothing to be taken away from me. The Marine Corps is like one huge take care of yourself first then the buddy next to you party. It's sad...

To be honest, I envy not being able to go to college for a few years and continue on with my life, repaying everything. But I'll just use the GI bill for my tech college, make my underground house, and continue on with my plans for business - and great plans they are.

Then come the thoughts of me dieing while in Afghan but then I think of, 'Well, at least I won't have to worry about anything else ever again.' Which is sadistically true. I'll try to preserve myself as best as I can. I can't tell you anything else about my job due to security reasons but know this, I'm part of a group that can kick ass.

I really miss freedom. I really do. Irony's a bitch. I'm fighting for freedom when I have no freedom myself.