Just Wait Until Tomorrow

Right. I hate, I say again, I hate it when I hear people bitch about their lives. Everyone does it. I am guilty of it. But I love me. I also know my love for being miserable. Before you start to bitch about your life the next time you have a bad day, reread this. This was my 2006MAR01.
0300 – Phone rings. It turns out there is an alert and I have 45 minutes to be on post with all my gear.
0302 – I wonder if I can go and perform while hung over worse than I have ever been.
0303 – My shaking hand reaches for the bottle and I finish last night’s Macallen's Scotch.
0306 – As I finish the bottle, I decide to give it the old college try. This is funny because I didn’t try very hard in college. But I was hung over. Give me a break.
0316 – Dressed, shaved and groomed I hop in my car and hit the highway. I think to myself, "I never planned on keeping the name Yossarian on my blog, but I enjoy being called 'Yoss,' so I will never reveal my real name."
0338 – Arrive at Squadron and wonder where the fuck everyone is.
0340 – Find out it's another PL/PSG Challenge. Great. If it’s like the last one - I will die.
0345 – Weapons draw. Sweet we are going to shoot, nothing easier than that. The weapon does the majority of the work.
0400 – Enter Squadron classroom for briefing of the plan of operations and a class on leadership.
0530 – Hit the bus for a trip to the pool.
0600 – Swim two miles with my uniform, gear and weapon. This means I have my assault pack, flack jacket, helmet, boots and LBV on. I also had to keep the weapon above water at all times. Then we jumped off a 10 meter platform with all our shit and then we learned how to turn our pants into a flotation device. This would have been helpful during the actual swim.
0800 – Changed into a dry uniform and back on the bus we head to a LRC.
0830 – LRC. This is an obstacle course type deal. Only the obstacles are about one click away from one another. Also the obstacles require building shit and making it across the obstacle without touching imaginary mines. Also you have to carry logs and 55-gallon drums and your equipment across the obstacle.
1100 – Bus ride to a bayonet assault course.
1130 - The bayonet assault course is a quarter-mile sprint, in full gear, overcoming obstacles and stabbing random targets with your bayonet. We ran this five times. I ask you this: What is the spirit of the bayonet? To kill, kill, kill with cold blue steel. I gave you the answer.
1400 – We wave goodbye to the bus and begin to run. We ran 3 1/2 miles in boots, with gear, weapons and through mud, in the rain. It was also mostly uphill. Granted we ran SLOW. But We started out and ran the first quarter-mile in about 1 1/2 minutes. That's fast. Then things slowed down considerably.
1500 – Squadron formation. Then we pissed and headed up into the classroom.
1525 – We received a mission assessment and had to develop a course of action. This was the WORST mission assessment ever. But hey you have to go it; you have 45 minutes. Go.
1610 – Brief the Squadron Commander our plan. Discuss. Pontificate.
1725 – Promotion and awards formation.
1725 – Review of the day and sit-down with the CSM and SCO. (Command Sergeant Major and Squadron Commander.)
1800 – Release.
1810 – Hit my troop and turn in weapons and sensitive items.
1820 – Drive home and get stuck behind every moron unaware that when needed to slow down slightly, your car will do perform this function on its own, simply take your foot off the gas. A car will gradually stop if you fail to give it gas. It's called inertia. Maybe not. Don't quote me on that. Actually do. Say it with confidence and people will believe you, unless you say it to someone in the know. I can't help you out then. Goat head and feel free to tell them you know it's true because this guy with a Master's Degree, who joined the Army and who writes a blog about women he desires said so. You will look dumber by the second.
1840 – Arrive home and shower.
1900 – Begin to write this and look for a picture, and realize that this has been my favorite day I have had in the Army.