Hope everyone is doing their little tradition thing, whether you're religious or not. It's the spirit of the holiday that counts.
Me being a heathen, I'm rather hammered, in my room, alone. I would have gone up to see my mom and my friends for the four day weekend, but I got fucked out of a pass. Thus I sit and brood.
Having this much free time is strange and foreign to me. Without the hatred that emanates from me as a result of my workday, I am lost... a dog with no master. It's an uncomfortable feeling. Alcohol to the rescue!
Tonight a buddy loaned me the entire series of The Pacific on Blu Ray. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, it's an HBO miniseries about the Pacific campaign in World War Two, with U.S. Marines squaring off against Imperial Japan. It's a lot like Band of Brothers, but sadly not as good for two reasons: A., it all seems frivolous given how we ended the campaign, and B., there is an alarming lack of paratroopers on screen. And as we all know, a WWII show without a paratrooper is like a stripper with A cups. Pointless.
Anyhoo. This is the first four-day weekend I've spent on Bragg since I've been in the Army (true story), and I'm completely at a loss. So unmotivated. Not a fan.
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