Wisdom tooth is starting to hurt. Shit’s about to get real

I need to visit Ozzy (CPL Ben Osborn, my fallen brother, not Ozzy Osbourne as everyone seems to think)

I dont know when or how I will be able to get to New York, but it’s just something I need to do. I’m gonna need a 6 pack, a name tape, a CIB, and a shoulder to cry on. But I think I need this.

They always get the good ones. I miss you brother. It should have been me.

So because two people, whose offices’ are literally right next to each other, failed to exchange some paperwork in regard to myself, both parties knowing that it needed to happen, were TOO FUCKING LAZY, I WILL NO LONGER BE SEPARATING FROM THE ARMY IN JULY! The soonest I will be able to separate now is September.

I will now be spending July tagging along with the unit to a month long training exercise, as dead weight. There is absolutely no benefit to my being there other than to make me sit there seeing as my condition prevents me from training.

An entire month, in which I could be taking care of pressing medical, legal and logistic issues, will instead be filled with such activities as; watching paint dry, taking out trash, serving food to people, making copies, guarding ammunition and cleaning other people’s weapons.

And because of me not getting out in July, I will have to hold off school for another year, cancel my trip to Washington with olivia, and also Rob and Stefany’s Wedding in Alaska.

Like seriously, I’m about to hurt someone

Drank a beer on my platoon sergeants grave. He wouldnt have wanted it any other way.

Miss you AC
Renegades
Motherfuckin’ Third Platoon

I don’t accept defeat. I’ve got my entire life to make you love me.

I’m losing my memory

Yah, I’ll never be able to out-do this, so I’ll just stay single forever

So this is what I’ve made so far. Started off as just a precut piece of steel. Building it for my dad, gonna be hard to hand it over when I’m done.

This is how fathers must feel when their kids are born

“I made that! With my penis!!”