Army time...

There's nothing like an afternoon of ironing uniforms, shining boots, and packing a rucksack. I'm off to play Army again this wekeend. Three days of wearing the same clothes, eating MRE's, and not taking a shower. This weekend I will be running a qualification range with my platoon for the M16 and M9. The last time that I qualified, it was close to 110 degrees out, and the time before that it was negative 10 degrees out, so hopefully this weekend it will be somewhere in between those two extremes.

I haven't decided yet if I like being back in the Army setting with the men that I spent the last year of my life with, or if I am numb to it all and counting the weekends until I am done. It's an odd feeling... though at times I don't really feel anything at all.