lala

its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring.

lame, i know, but it just popped up in my head. hmm, would it continue thru the day, and into the night?

wonder how ed's doin in OCS. he's in arguably the toughest wing, so its a rather rough ride, but hey what doesn't kill u, only makes u stronger. i hope. actually there's a kind of perverse satisfaction/kick u get out of being in the most demanding, most exacting section. bragging rights aside, u kinda get a tad puffed up when u know for yourself that u got the worst of dem all, and come out whole.

like when ur running around like fools with yr mates in full battle order, when the other recruits/cadets are sitting back, faces awash with relief while ur grimacing and battling away, u also feel a distinct air of exultance.

sure, i can bitch like the best of them, but at the end of it, u do feel rather good about yourself. it was a rather tough company i went to, but i must say, for the most part, i enjoyed the journey. had nice section mates, which made all the difference i reckon. shit im gonna stop now, lest i start gushin and write a whole lot more.

ed's got the same problematic knees as me, but he's holding up pretty well so far i gather. u go, dude!

moonlighted as a GRO yesterday. visited this quaint little joint in somerset with my campmates. the singer's real good i must say. neat little chinstrap beard too. worked our way thru 4-5 baskets of chips lol. they were normal sized initially, but seeing how we finished them up, they got progressively bigger. listened to them belting out song after song after song for a few hours with my strawberry milk tea.