Combat training - done. Thank god.
I can now boast that I've shot a grenade launcher, and in theory I know how to fire an AT-4 (think "bazooka," it's close enough.) So yeah, go me, or something.
However, I didn't graduate with my class because I left early on emergency leave. I now have one grandparent left.
My grandmother is buried near the farm, you can see her grave from the front porch. She would be happy with that, and my grandpa can see her whenever he wants.
Now I'm in Portland, staying with diskozombie, which rocks. I just wish I had more time here, and wish that I were here for happier reasons. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you, nerofotia, congratulations on your promotion!
Oh, also, I'm not going to 29 Palms anymore. My orders got changed and now I'm going to be in Biloxi, Mississippi for the next year. Nifty.
Anyhow, I'm out of things to talk about. Mwah.