My Journey so far...
So I've been out to sea for 94 days now, and I can't exactly say that it's been the best 94 days of my life so far. For most people, this deployment has been a blast so far. For me, however, it's been one of many trials and tribulations, many lonely nights sitting alone on the weatherdecks lost in deep thought, and one filled with more than your average fill of navy bullshit.
WHen I started out this deployment in January, I was looking forward to every second of it. Many people said that it would be long and boring, but I told them I'd live. I was really expecting for this whole experience to be a blast for me, but the first problem arose even before we left Bremerton. The first sign that this wouldn't turn out the way I had envisioned was the fact that Brandon got medically discharged the day before we pulled out of Bremerton. The worst part about it, though, was that I had to find out from one of his other friends instead of hearing it from him. I knew it was gonna suck going on deployment without the very person who had played an integral part in my decision to choose orders to the Stennis, but I figured that I'd be able to keep on keeping on anyway.
And so I did just that, I kept on doing what I did in my daily life. I lived day to day (or should I say, night to night) in my shop waiting for the long 34 days to sea to be over with. The day finally came when we hit Hong Kong. At the time, I had a green liberty card, so my liberty expired at 2400. There was another kid in my shop, Dylan, who had gotten to the ship just a few weeks after me, and he had a white liberty card, so we had the same liberty times. We figured it made more sense to go out with each other so we don't inconvenience anyone else (since everyone else either had overnight liberty or didn't have to be back till 0300). So, after 34 days out to sea of having to deal with sooooooo much bullshit (it's what you do on a day to day basis when you're in the Navy), what do you think a bunch of disgruntled sailors will do when they hit land? That's right, we drink. And oh, did we DRINK! We were all pretty sloshed within the first few hours of being in town. However, that didn't stop us from continuing with our festivities. We hit up a few other bars in the next couple of hours that came by, and then we went on a tour that we all referred to as the "booze cruise" because there was a 2 hour open bar on the boat. Needless to say, we all took full advantage of this open bar for the whole two hours that we were there. I could go on and on with more details but long story short, Dylan got too drunk so I brought him back to the ship. When we got back to the ship, he had no idea who I was or who anyone else was and he caused a huge scene at the fantail which resulted in him getting cuffed and strapped to a chair. I was worried sick about him, and it kept me up for a few hours, even though everyone was telling me that it wasn't my fault and that I had done the right thing in bringing him back to the ship before he could cause a scene out in Hong Kong. Everyone was telling me that I wouldn't get in trouble for it because I had done the right thing, but I knew better. I knew that the Navy would somehow find a way to fuck me, and lo and behold, it did.
Our senior chief called us both into his office the day we pulled out and went apeshit on us and called us worthless pieces of shit (or something to that effect) and said that if he had his way, we'd both go all the way up to captain's mast and get restriction and full punishment for our actions and all that shit. And so, in the following week, a DRB was scheduled for Dylan. I was told that I would only have to show up as a witness, but they told me that our senior chief wanted me to show up in dress blues (witnesses are supposed to wear utilities). SO from the start, I had suspected that something was up. After three hours of waiting for them to call Dylan in, they finally called him in, so I started to walk in, thinking that I would be a witness, but our senior chief told me to stay outside until they called me in there. So I waited a few minutes, and then they finally come back outside to pick up Dylan, and then as they were passing my they said I had to come too. They then proceeded to explain the procedures for entering and reporting to us, and at this point my suspicions were confirmed. I had been tricked into a DRB. So then the DRB happened, and then we were told that we had to go to XOI the next day. Once again, I had to be in my dress blues. And so, I went in for XOI, after once again waiting 3 hours for everyone else to go through it. Then my senior chief proceeded to talk all about me and how I fucked up instead of talking about Dylan, like he was supposed to. This just really sent me over the edge. I was furious, but I couldn't do anything to save myself. Everyone knows Khakis always defend khakis, no matter what, and khakis are always right, so there was nothing I could do in my defense. I had to just take it all and absorb it like a sponge.
But I had already absorbed my share of navy bullshit, and the sponge had already been fully soaked. That night at work, I disappeared for a few minutes to an hour (I really don't remember how long it was, I just remember that it was long enough for people in the shop to start wondering where the hell I was). I was sitting out on the weatherdecks thinking about life and everything that had been happening to me and all I could think about was that I couldn't take it anymore, and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to deal with this kind of bullshit for the next three years. The thought of jumping crossed my mind a few times, since I remember that my senior chief had told me during one of his many bitching sessions that he wouldn't care if I just jumped off the side of the ship because I was that worthless to him, but I didn't do it because I wasn't trying to kill myself, I just wanted to get off the ship. So anyway, when I returned to my division a second class was bitching at me about being gone and all that shit, and at this point I was already starting to tear up from all the frustration and I told her that I was so close to just jumping off the side of the ship because I was so frustrated with everything that had been going on. Stupid me. As you can probably imagine, that didn't turn out well at all. She put two and two together and decided that I was going to try to hurt myself (even though that was never my intention in the first place) so she dragged my ass down to medical and posted a suicide watch on me, which lasted all through the night and into half of the next day. Yeah. It sucked. I was stuck down in medical and I couldn't leave for anything. So when that whole ordeal was over, everyone in my shop was cracking jokes at me about how i pussied out of captain's mast by saying I was gonna kill myself. I wasn't even thinking about how I had missed mast because of the suicide watch. It somehow slipped my mind that night. So what did I get out of all this, you ask? For doing my job as a liberty buddy and bringing my buddy back onto the ship before he could get belligerent and cause a big scene out in town, I was awarded Class Charlie Liberty Risk for the next port. This is something that pissed me off on so many levels it's not even funny. Why? Because the next port was...
Sasebo. So we pull into Sasebo, Japan and I'm stuck on the ship just watching everyone go out on liberty. Of all the ports to restrict me to the boat, they just had to choose JAPAN. Those of you who know me KNOW how crazy I get about Japan. I already had everything planned out, too, before they hit me with liberty risk. I was supposed to go out with a few friends, get some great japanese food, and be an awesome translator for everyone and go check out Nagasaki. But none of that happened because I was stuck on the boat. Let me tell you something, being stuck on the boat all day, for four days straight, isn't fun. I don't care that everyone was telling me I didn't miss much since Sasebo really didn't have much to offer. They were missing the point. They didn't know how much I loved Japan and how much I had been wanting to go back for years. I finally had my chance on this deployment and I missed it due to some fine navy bullshit. So then we pulled out of Sasebo and I got off of Charlie and upgraded to Bravo for...
Busan, South Korea. Bravo liberty expires at 2000 and requires an E-5 or above liberty buddy, and requires for you and your liberty buddy to muster with your department head every morning and check out with security before leaving, on top of checking out on your regular liberty logs. Korea wasn't too bad. I had already been here before but the last time I was here I didn't get to explore like I did this year. It really sucked trying to find a liberty buddy before we pulled in, but eventually everything fell into place because Josh checked in the night before we pulled in and his sponsor was an E-5 so I just asked if they minded if I tagged along and they said it was fine. The reason things went in my favor was because Josh was a good friend of Whisman back in Pensacola after I left and so Whisman had asked me to look after him when he got here. He told Josh all about me too so when I met him we immediately clicked. So I pretty much got a free ride for the first day in Korea. The next day I had duty so I was stuck on the ship the whole day, but the third day I had to ask around again and I found out that another second class was taking Josh out, so I ended up going out with them on that day. The last day I woke up really late and I figured there were no second classes left so I ended up staying on the ship again. It was a good port I guess, I bought a bunch of stuff but I'd say the best thing about it was making new friends since we had a couple of new check-ins. Shortly after we pulled out of Busan, I received word that I would be going cranking down on the messdecks. This came as a shock to me, and at first I didn't quite know how to take it, but then it hit me--this was the big break from the division that I had been waiting for for so long. So then I started cranking. It wasn't so bad at first; hell, it isn't too bad right now, but the only problem I have is all the retarded people that come through in the morning... they really just redefine the word stupid.
Something did happen, though, within the first week that I went cranking. I was really excited at first when I found out that Cole and I would be working the same shift on the same messdecks. It was like I was finally getting an answer to my problems (because up until that point where we were both sent cranking, I really had lost just about all contact with Cole since we were on different schedules). Things were great for the first few days, but then out of nowhere everything changed and suddenly the man I had seen as my best friend for the past year decided to throw our years' worth of friendship out the window. The last words he spoke to me were "You're a piece of shit!!!" And that was that, in the blink of an eye, our friendship was over. I didn't know what the hell had just happened, all I knew was that it enraged me to even think about it. How could someone just throw something great like that out the window out of nowhere? I just couldn't understand, and thinking about it was only making everything worse for me. We just never talked to each other after that; it was as if we didn't exist to each other anymore. As much as I wish that were true, though, and as much as I wish I had moved on with my life already, random memories would just pop into my head at random times of the day. I always hated the fact that I would suddenly start remembering shit outta nowhere. The truth is that I missed the good ol' days and I was never gonna be able to move on until I got proper closure. Simply calling me a piece of shit and then just walking away wasn't going to do it. So things were just really not looking too good for me at this point. I had gotten slapped with Liberty Risk for no reason, which caused me to miss Japan, and then I lost my best friend. Yeah, it sucked. So three weeks go by and we pull into....
Laem Chebang, Thailand. This port really depressed me at first. In the weeks leading up to it, everyone around me seemed to already be making plans to do a bunch of fun things. I couldn't do anything about it because as much as I tried to work my ass off in hopes of getting a blue liberty card, I knew deep down that no matter how hard I worked for a blue card, I'd still be stuck with Alpha liberty risk. It just really kinda depressed me, and so I just never bothered to make any plans. The worst part hit me the night before we pulled in; It suddenly hit me (again) that everyone else was about to get off the boat and have a blast and if I didn't act fast I'd be stuck on the boat. I ended up signing out with Clary on the first day because I really couldn't find anyone else. We went out, did some shopping and some walking around town, but that was pretty much our day. It was pretty boring, really. I had duty the next night so I decided to stay on the boat anyway (even though I could have left the ship if I wanted to). The next morning I ended up going on liberty with Dube and we met up with a bunch of my red shirt buddies at Hard Rock hotel and we had a lot of fun hanging out with them all day until we had to come back because Dube was on duty on that night. You see, my experience in Thailand was definitely not as good as it could have been because of my alpha liberty risk. I was kinda "forced" to choose Dube as my liberty buddy on that day because I couldn't find anyone else who would be willing to come back to the ship by 2200 and I figured since he had duty he'd be coming back early anyway so we ended up coming back at around 1730. The last day was the best one for me because although I was once again having a little difficulty finding a liberty buddy in the morning, Josh eventually found me and said that he would go out with me. It was a good bonding experience. On the way over to the bus we even met up with Whisman and some of the guys that he works with. We tried to make joint plans but that didn't turn out too well. Oh well. Josh and I went to Donato's hotel and checked if they were there but they were still asleep when we called so we decided to just walk along the beach road and see what interested us. After much bargaining and talking down of prices, we ended up with our bags full of stuff that we bought from the vendors so we decided to take a little break to eat at the mall. We ordered a ton of Japanese food (gee, I wonder who made that suggestion.... haha) and stuffed our faces. It was a great meal. Then Josh thought it would be a great idea to walk into the alleys and look for a hidden bar somewhere where we weren't likely to find any other Navy guys at. We finally found one after walking around for a couple of minutes so we went in and started drinking. Not too much, though. We only drank till we got "halfway wasted" (whatever that means, lol). Then we went to check out the Ripley's Believe it or Not exhibit in one of the other malls, so we walked all the way out there till we got to it. It was alright, I guess. Lots of interesting things. On our way back to the hotel we got caught up in the Thai celebration of Loi Krathong (at least, I think that's what they called it), their new year. everyone was throwing water everywhere and getting everyone wet. We both got soaked. I didn't mind getting wet so much, I was just worried that my laptop might have gotten wet (which it didn't, thank God). So We got back on the ship and I got changed into my uniform and went down to the messdecks to work. I was like a minute or two late for muster though, but it didn't seem like that big of a deal. I was still pretty wasted though and everyone noticed it. Luckily for me, no one said a damn thing to anyone that mattered. That was cutting it a little too close, even for me. But I got out of it safely and now it's back to business as usual.
So that's been my life on deployment so far, nothing too exciting really. Just a bunch of Navy bullshit and unjustified punishment. I could have been enjoying this deployment with full liberty just like everyone else around me was. But oh well. What's done is done and there's not use in dwelling on the dead issues of the past. Whatever happens now, happens and I will just have to accept it. I just can't wait to come home already. I miss my family. Being back in Bremerton is going to suck, though. Because I will have to face living in Bremerton without Brandon and Cole, and they were they only ones that made living in Bremerton tolerable. Oh well. It'll be a new experience for me I suppose. I just gotta carry on now. Save up for my car and the trip back home to Saipan that I will someday be taking.
So, if you made it this far, congratulations and thank you for reading through my horrendously boring story. Most people probably started reading this, and then realized after the second paragraph that it was way too long to keep their interest. Oh well. So that's my life. Stay tuned for more (if you want to). I don't know when the next time I'll be able to post anything is, though.
Rodeo, out.
WHen I started out this deployment in January, I was looking forward to every second of it. Many people said that it would be long and boring, but I told them I'd live. I was really expecting for this whole experience to be a blast for me, but the first problem arose even before we left Bremerton. The first sign that this wouldn't turn out the way I had envisioned was the fact that Brandon got medically discharged the day before we pulled out of Bremerton. The worst part about it, though, was that I had to find out from one of his other friends instead of hearing it from him. I knew it was gonna suck going on deployment without the very person who had played an integral part in my decision to choose orders to the Stennis, but I figured that I'd be able to keep on keeping on anyway.
And so I did just that, I kept on doing what I did in my daily life. I lived day to day (or should I say, night to night) in my shop waiting for the long 34 days to sea to be over with. The day finally came when we hit Hong Kong. At the time, I had a green liberty card, so my liberty expired at 2400. There was another kid in my shop, Dylan, who had gotten to the ship just a few weeks after me, and he had a white liberty card, so we had the same liberty times. We figured it made more sense to go out with each other so we don't inconvenience anyone else (since everyone else either had overnight liberty or didn't have to be back till 0300). So, after 34 days out to sea of having to deal with sooooooo much bullshit (it's what you do on a day to day basis when you're in the Navy), what do you think a bunch of disgruntled sailors will do when they hit land? That's right, we drink. And oh, did we DRINK! We were all pretty sloshed within the first few hours of being in town. However, that didn't stop us from continuing with our festivities. We hit up a few other bars in the next couple of hours that came by, and then we went on a tour that we all referred to as the "booze cruise" because there was a 2 hour open bar on the boat. Needless to say, we all took full advantage of this open bar for the whole two hours that we were there. I could go on and on with more details but long story short, Dylan got too drunk so I brought him back to the ship. When we got back to the ship, he had no idea who I was or who anyone else was and he caused a huge scene at the fantail which resulted in him getting cuffed and strapped to a chair. I was worried sick about him, and it kept me up for a few hours, even though everyone was telling me that it wasn't my fault and that I had done the right thing in bringing him back to the ship before he could cause a scene out in Hong Kong. Everyone was telling me that I wouldn't get in trouble for it because I had done the right thing, but I knew better. I knew that the Navy would somehow find a way to fuck me, and lo and behold, it did.
Our senior chief called us both into his office the day we pulled out and went apeshit on us and called us worthless pieces of shit (or something to that effect) and said that if he had his way, we'd both go all the way up to captain's mast and get restriction and full punishment for our actions and all that shit. And so, in the following week, a DRB was scheduled for Dylan. I was told that I would only have to show up as a witness, but they told me that our senior chief wanted me to show up in dress blues (witnesses are supposed to wear utilities). SO from the start, I had suspected that something was up. After three hours of waiting for them to call Dylan in, they finally called him in, so I started to walk in, thinking that I would be a witness, but our senior chief told me to stay outside until they called me in there. So I waited a few minutes, and then they finally come back outside to pick up Dylan, and then as they were passing my they said I had to come too. They then proceeded to explain the procedures for entering and reporting to us, and at this point my suspicions were confirmed. I had been tricked into a DRB. So then the DRB happened, and then we were told that we had to go to XOI the next day. Once again, I had to be in my dress blues. And so, I went in for XOI, after once again waiting 3 hours for everyone else to go through it. Then my senior chief proceeded to talk all about me and how I fucked up instead of talking about Dylan, like he was supposed to. This just really sent me over the edge. I was furious, but I couldn't do anything to save myself. Everyone knows Khakis always defend khakis, no matter what, and khakis are always right, so there was nothing I could do in my defense. I had to just take it all and absorb it like a sponge.
But I had already absorbed my share of navy bullshit, and the sponge had already been fully soaked. That night at work, I disappeared for a few minutes to an hour (I really don't remember how long it was, I just remember that it was long enough for people in the shop to start wondering where the hell I was). I was sitting out on the weatherdecks thinking about life and everything that had been happening to me and all I could think about was that I couldn't take it anymore, and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to deal with this kind of bullshit for the next three years. The thought of jumping crossed my mind a few times, since I remember that my senior chief had told me during one of his many bitching sessions that he wouldn't care if I just jumped off the side of the ship because I was that worthless to him, but I didn't do it because I wasn't trying to kill myself, I just wanted to get off the ship. So anyway, when I returned to my division a second class was bitching at me about being gone and all that shit, and at this point I was already starting to tear up from all the frustration and I told her that I was so close to just jumping off the side of the ship because I was so frustrated with everything that had been going on. Stupid me. As you can probably imagine, that didn't turn out well at all. She put two and two together and decided that I was going to try to hurt myself (even though that was never my intention in the first place) so she dragged my ass down to medical and posted a suicide watch on me, which lasted all through the night and into half of the next day. Yeah. It sucked. I was stuck down in medical and I couldn't leave for anything. So when that whole ordeal was over, everyone in my shop was cracking jokes at me about how i pussied out of captain's mast by saying I was gonna kill myself. I wasn't even thinking about how I had missed mast because of the suicide watch. It somehow slipped my mind that night. So what did I get out of all this, you ask? For doing my job as a liberty buddy and bringing my buddy back onto the ship before he could get belligerent and cause a big scene out in town, I was awarded Class Charlie Liberty Risk for the next port. This is something that pissed me off on so many levels it's not even funny. Why? Because the next port was...
Sasebo. So we pull into Sasebo, Japan and I'm stuck on the ship just watching everyone go out on liberty. Of all the ports to restrict me to the boat, they just had to choose JAPAN. Those of you who know me KNOW how crazy I get about Japan. I already had everything planned out, too, before they hit me with liberty risk. I was supposed to go out with a few friends, get some great japanese food, and be an awesome translator for everyone and go check out Nagasaki. But none of that happened because I was stuck on the boat. Let me tell you something, being stuck on the boat all day, for four days straight, isn't fun. I don't care that everyone was telling me I didn't miss much since Sasebo really didn't have much to offer. They were missing the point. They didn't know how much I loved Japan and how much I had been wanting to go back for years. I finally had my chance on this deployment and I missed it due to some fine navy bullshit. So then we pulled out of Sasebo and I got off of Charlie and upgraded to Bravo for...
Busan, South Korea. Bravo liberty expires at 2000 and requires an E-5 or above liberty buddy, and requires for you and your liberty buddy to muster with your department head every morning and check out with security before leaving, on top of checking out on your regular liberty logs. Korea wasn't too bad. I had already been here before but the last time I was here I didn't get to explore like I did this year. It really sucked trying to find a liberty buddy before we pulled in, but eventually everything fell into place because Josh checked in the night before we pulled in and his sponsor was an E-5 so I just asked if they minded if I tagged along and they said it was fine. The reason things went in my favor was because Josh was a good friend of Whisman back in Pensacola after I left and so Whisman had asked me to look after him when he got here. He told Josh all about me too so when I met him we immediately clicked. So I pretty much got a free ride for the first day in Korea. The next day I had duty so I was stuck on the ship the whole day, but the third day I had to ask around again and I found out that another second class was taking Josh out, so I ended up going out with them on that day. The last day I woke up really late and I figured there were no second classes left so I ended up staying on the ship again. It was a good port I guess, I bought a bunch of stuff but I'd say the best thing about it was making new friends since we had a couple of new check-ins. Shortly after we pulled out of Busan, I received word that I would be going cranking down on the messdecks. This came as a shock to me, and at first I didn't quite know how to take it, but then it hit me--this was the big break from the division that I had been waiting for for so long. So then I started cranking. It wasn't so bad at first; hell, it isn't too bad right now, but the only problem I have is all the retarded people that come through in the morning... they really just redefine the word stupid.
Something did happen, though, within the first week that I went cranking. I was really excited at first when I found out that Cole and I would be working the same shift on the same messdecks. It was like I was finally getting an answer to my problems (because up until that point where we were both sent cranking, I really had lost just about all contact with Cole since we were on different schedules). Things were great for the first few days, but then out of nowhere everything changed and suddenly the man I had seen as my best friend for the past year decided to throw our years' worth of friendship out the window. The last words he spoke to me were "You're a piece of shit!!!" And that was that, in the blink of an eye, our friendship was over. I didn't know what the hell had just happened, all I knew was that it enraged me to even think about it. How could someone just throw something great like that out the window out of nowhere? I just couldn't understand, and thinking about it was only making everything worse for me. We just never talked to each other after that; it was as if we didn't exist to each other anymore. As much as I wish that were true, though, and as much as I wish I had moved on with my life already, random memories would just pop into my head at random times of the day. I always hated the fact that I would suddenly start remembering shit outta nowhere. The truth is that I missed the good ol' days and I was never gonna be able to move on until I got proper closure. Simply calling me a piece of shit and then just walking away wasn't going to do it. So things were just really not looking too good for me at this point. I had gotten slapped with Liberty Risk for no reason, which caused me to miss Japan, and then I lost my best friend. Yeah, it sucked. So three weeks go by and we pull into....
Laem Chebang, Thailand. This port really depressed me at first. In the weeks leading up to it, everyone around me seemed to already be making plans to do a bunch of fun things. I couldn't do anything about it because as much as I tried to work my ass off in hopes of getting a blue liberty card, I knew deep down that no matter how hard I worked for a blue card, I'd still be stuck with Alpha liberty risk. It just really kinda depressed me, and so I just never bothered to make any plans. The worst part hit me the night before we pulled in; It suddenly hit me (again) that everyone else was about to get off the boat and have a blast and if I didn't act fast I'd be stuck on the boat. I ended up signing out with Clary on the first day because I really couldn't find anyone else. We went out, did some shopping and some walking around town, but that was pretty much our day. It was pretty boring, really. I had duty the next night so I decided to stay on the boat anyway (even though I could have left the ship if I wanted to). The next morning I ended up going on liberty with Dube and we met up with a bunch of my red shirt buddies at Hard Rock hotel and we had a lot of fun hanging out with them all day until we had to come back because Dube was on duty on that night. You see, my experience in Thailand was definitely not as good as it could have been because of my alpha liberty risk. I was kinda "forced" to choose Dube as my liberty buddy on that day because I couldn't find anyone else who would be willing to come back to the ship by 2200 and I figured since he had duty he'd be coming back early anyway so we ended up coming back at around 1730. The last day was the best one for me because although I was once again having a little difficulty finding a liberty buddy in the morning, Josh eventually found me and said that he would go out with me. It was a good bonding experience. On the way over to the bus we even met up with Whisman and some of the guys that he works with. We tried to make joint plans but that didn't turn out too well. Oh well. Josh and I went to Donato's hotel and checked if they were there but they were still asleep when we called so we decided to just walk along the beach road and see what interested us. After much bargaining and talking down of prices, we ended up with our bags full of stuff that we bought from the vendors so we decided to take a little break to eat at the mall. We ordered a ton of Japanese food (gee, I wonder who made that suggestion.... haha) and stuffed our faces. It was a great meal. Then Josh thought it would be a great idea to walk into the alleys and look for a hidden bar somewhere where we weren't likely to find any other Navy guys at. We finally found one after walking around for a couple of minutes so we went in and started drinking. Not too much, though. We only drank till we got "halfway wasted" (whatever that means, lol). Then we went to check out the Ripley's Believe it or Not exhibit in one of the other malls, so we walked all the way out there till we got to it. It was alright, I guess. Lots of interesting things. On our way back to the hotel we got caught up in the Thai celebration of Loi Krathong (at least, I think that's what they called it), their new year. everyone was throwing water everywhere and getting everyone wet. We both got soaked. I didn't mind getting wet so much, I was just worried that my laptop might have gotten wet (which it didn't, thank God). So We got back on the ship and I got changed into my uniform and went down to the messdecks to work. I was like a minute or two late for muster though, but it didn't seem like that big of a deal. I was still pretty wasted though and everyone noticed it. Luckily for me, no one said a damn thing to anyone that mattered. That was cutting it a little too close, even for me. But I got out of it safely and now it's back to business as usual.
So that's been my life on deployment so far, nothing too exciting really. Just a bunch of Navy bullshit and unjustified punishment. I could have been enjoying this deployment with full liberty just like everyone else around me was. But oh well. What's done is done and there's not use in dwelling on the dead issues of the past. Whatever happens now, happens and I will just have to accept it. I just can't wait to come home already. I miss my family. Being back in Bremerton is going to suck, though. Because I will have to face living in Bremerton without Brandon and Cole, and they were they only ones that made living in Bremerton tolerable. Oh well. It'll be a new experience for me I suppose. I just gotta carry on now. Save up for my car and the trip back home to Saipan that I will someday be taking.
So, if you made it this far, congratulations and thank you for reading through my horrendously boring story. Most people probably started reading this, and then realized after the second paragraph that it was way too long to keep their interest. Oh well. So that's my life. Stay tuned for more (if you want to). I don't know when the next time I'll be able to post anything is, though.
Rodeo, out.