The path to freedom is a tricky one.
Counting down too early is a danger; even a mere 3 months will assume the semblance of an interminably long stretch of time if one counts down and counts down and awaits the days to pass on.
And those guys are experts at making life difficult for you in your final months.
The fuckers want me to go for some 3-day combat range shoot on the very week that the Oxford interviewers are coming down!
Asked my officer about it and he didn't bother pretending to listen to my queries. He was looking at some program for the next day's run and obviously an interview with Oxford paled in comparison to the uttermost glory and imperative importance and vital urgency of a MORNING RUN.
After 5 minutes of repeating my question to barely audible replies of "mm" and "mm-hmm" and "I think the running route should extend to the other road", that muscle-minded tank-brain mumbled something about "you can go for range and after that go for interview" as if the fucking Oxford interview were some kind of insignificant and inconsequential event which you can go for in a state of total fatigue.
Those muscle heads must've been wondering "what's so important about this guy's university interviews? Are they really all that important? It's only Oxford University.. Why can't he settle for NUS instead? Its a damn good uni already lor..."
Right I am descending into bitchery here. But thats what the IDIOTS in the Army can do to any erstwhile sane person. Their sheer stupidity and ignorance is so utterly ludicrous that one can only deteriorate into base frustration, expressed solely in the form of Bitchery.
I am loathe to use such crude language. But this is the "gift" of the Army, and I can find no alternative way to putting it thus:
ARMY IS FUCKED UP.
