A couple hundred dudes who all had their own identities just a few days ago showed up to work in uniform to be in-ranks inspected and jawjack while waiting in tidy ACU uniforms and berets. After a month of not giving a single bleeding shit about anything, of boozing and partying and golfing or fishing, swimming, bowling, cruising, doing nothing or doing it all, we're back to the beginning.
Except its different now. We got that Iraq thing out of the way. Guess we were stupid enough to think that when that was over, it would all be over, even though we knew better, we probably just didn't want to accept it. So now all there is to do is go about it the same way you always did: not putting too much thought into it, going along to get along.
Choke on your complaints, choke em down and swallow hard. Smile through teeth gritted so hard that they crack.
Me? I just keep telling myself that I did what I signed up to do. Went to Iraq. Supported the troops in the fullest way. Became one of 'em. And now that that's over with, something's gotta tie me over, keep me in line, keep me from growing irritated and sick of another job, keep me from walking away, whistling and throwing the uniform on the ground.
Didja hear about the new GI Bill? Cuz I sure did.