Silence

98-10-22

"Graduation is only a few days away and the recruits of platoon thirty-ninety-two are salty. They are ready to eat their own guts, and ask for seconds."

For once, I can´t seem to fall asleep. Kinda weird.
You know, all those other nights, it hasn´t been a
problem, not even close to one.
I´ve always been so exhausted.
And this is the last night I´m spending here.
I´m going home tomorrow. Really.
For the last time.
Or, not really...but at least I won´t have to come
back here anymore. And before I go anywhere, I´ll
have two weeks off.
So I should be happy, and sleep.
But I can´t.
Like a child the night before Christmas Eve,
I can´t.

Right now, I´m about the only child trying. The other
kids are out celebrating. Can you imagine that? I´m
actually all alone in here.

I was all by myself.

I suppose I could´ve gone with them. Maybe I should.
Last night with the gang and all. But I didn´t feel up to
it. It´s not my thing to celebrate through a bottle.
I thought it´d be easier to sleep when being alone, with
no one snoring or listening to music. No one running
through the hallway shouting.
But that only seems to make it harder.
For once, it´s too quiet.

(Some) Things accomplished during my eight weeks

I´ve spread the music of Weezer to an entire platoon.
(Can´t seem to get enough of them right now.. If it
weren´t for Cuomo&Co., my stay here would probably
have felt twice as long.)
I´ve gained 9lbs.
I can dismantle a submachinegun in 15 seconds.
...And put it back together in another 30.
I´ve armwrestled a woman, and lost.
I´ve had my first (and last) go at taking snuff.

Be careful How you step back From life The edge May be Behind you

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