Thursday, January 7, 2010
Gay Guy in Seminary Day 144 (Hebrew, Thou Dost Slay Me)
It's day 3 in the trenches. We've been marching 6 hours a day with no end in sight. The jungle is hot, and the enemy is tricky. Some of the letters are so quiet, you don't even know they're there until they're right on top of you. Then the words are zinging by your head so fast, you don't know what's going on. Right when you think you got a handle on the situation, they're gone. Sneaky bastards have the upper-hand 'cuz we're on their home turf. Spirits are high, but dropping. The onslaught is relentless. Some have resorted to bowling. I try to distract myself with cards. Don't know how much longer I can go on. Orders were to do recon on 1 thru 10 and sector 22 vocab. We have accomplished the objectives; but there'll be more orders tomorrow and we need to report back to the command post what we know. Any mistake will cost us. Tour ends in 3 weeks, but how many of us are gonna make it that far?