One month left.
One month left.
And it'll all be a memory, mostly bad, but good too, and damn funny at some times.
Unforgettable, really. Like Kaimin the Nudist who ran through the barracks corridor naked on the first night of Basic because he forgot to bring his towel to the shower. We called him the "Naked Flame" from then on- after a briefing by the Sergeant on Armoury rules- "No Naked Flames are allowed in the Armoury".
Or the retard from Section 2 who pissed everyone off.
Or the RSMs, the Old Lords of Terror.
Or the incalculable fatigue after 3 straight days of trench digging.
What an incredible two years.
And then I will have to play catch up with my former peers in the civilised world- peers who have gone and travelled and experienced new places and learnt new and greater things.
Yes. Greater things await.
