Yesterday was the graduation parade -- I am now officially a third sergeant. Somehow though, it doesn't feel quite that different. It feels like going from first grade to second -- you expect it so much, that it becomes a natural progression. You don't work hard to achieve it, you just follow through and go... Continue Reading →

Trapped in camp last night, and feeling horrible about it, I decided to write a poem called But What Can I Do?

The way I think has changed somewhat. From pessimism to optimism, from despair to hope. That fire in my belly -- it's going out, but I do not wish it to. All those sticks of negativity I put inside long ago are running out, and the sticks of optimism are still wet and cannot be put in just yet. Stuck without fuel for the fire, I'm lost and confused, but have no choice but to keep trying to light it, lest I die of cold, cold, apathy.

Life is the most wonderful thing.