It's funny how easy it is to settle into a routine here -- good, bad or otherwise.
Day-to-day life is very repetitive. (And boring.) Three days a week, I wake up early and exercise. Then I'll pick up something for breakfast and go back to the barracks so I can get ready for work. Stay at work all day, sometimes meeting friends for lunch and sometimes heating up ramen noodles instead. (Really, it all depends on who's around.) After work, it's off to dinner with Grunt and Shocker. We let our food digest a bit and then hit the gym. I am usually one of the few -- if the only -- females in the free weight area. And then? Bed. Only to wake up the next day and do it all over again.
The realization of it is that while it's mind-numbingly boring, it helps pass the time. I am getting out and socializing. I am not counting the days down, but I know that weeks are flying by.
Before I know it, I'll be hanging out in Hong Kong with Dragonette.
They asked for volunteers, so I volunteered. I deployed and spent a year in the sandbox. I came home. The Army decided I was too broken to serve any longer and gave me temporary medical retirement. I'm a civilian again and married right back in. My husband is gearing to deploy. In the meantime, I have a strange love-hate relationship with the Army. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it doesn't.
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- I'm a contradiction all by myself. Soldier and student. Stargazer and computer geek. Boots and music. Paper pusher and globetrotter. It all works out in the end.
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A bit of history...
There was a call for volunteers to deploy in Spring of 2006. I volunteered, was selected, passed the screening process, and was sent to reclassification training to go from being a bandsman to a human resource specialist. After graduation, I was home for roughly a month. I met the rest of my new unit right before we were sent to mobilization training. Once validated, we were sent overseas in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
I left university, quit my job, dumped my foreign boyfriend, and said a few very painful goodbyes. But I don't regret it one bit.
In early August, I was MEDEVAC'd out of the desert. My unit was just a few weeks away from going home. Now my only job is to get better. The irony is that they returned to their homes before I did.The Army has offered me disability and temporary retirement pay. I'm taking it. Bye bye combat boots.
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