Since I've been here, there's been nothing but a prevailing rumor that we're coming home early, at the absolute latest march, at the earliest december, and most like in january. Eh whatever... I don't normally believe the rumors, since I'm normally the one who starts the most fantastical of them myself, but I find it highly unlikely that we'll be here the whole seven or eight months. With that in mind, I've already procurred the services of a proffessional tailor, and I've been steadily prying the local haji shops for a nice, large four hose hooka. What has blown my mind is the assumed monopoly the haji's here have on their prices, it used to be you could joo a haji down on anything. Now they barely even want to haggle with me. The little bastards. I guess they really do have a geographical monopoly out here in the middle of nowhere that we are. But that brings me to my next point. The mission we have here is not so sexy to say the least. I won't go into details, but it is hardly worth bringing a whole infantry battallion into country for (Ok, it's not). So what do I do? I go and do exactly what I was asked not to do, and something I have only done in the Marine Corp once in all of my six and half years. I volunteered for something. This may be my last chance to go and act like a real Marine, and while it's way to late in the game (read: war) for me to get to have any real fun, I might find some adventure yet. (Note: to my one reader, don't worry. If you just message me I'll tell you all about it.) And while I don't have all the details yet, lets just say, one day, (that day being yesterday) made all the difference in my motivation level. Details to come. Probably slowly. Lets just say, I made a career move.
-The Demon
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