The final days

It has come at last. My time at BOLC2 draws to a close, and yet again I find myself heading off into the unknown. It's odd to think about it, but despite my misgivings about this course, it does provide and air of security and comfort just because I am aware of the rhythm here. Next week will be a new place, new instructors, and a completely new routine; however, I will finally be learning a trade in which I have always held a strong interest. I'm apprehensive but ready.

I've been absent for the past week or so due to some field time we had to put in out in the FOB. It was an interesting two weeks that we topped off with a 10 mile ruck march. It wouldn't have been bad if I had not hurt my back the morning of the ruck march and had to do the whole thing injured. Not fun to say the least, but very rewarding in the end even thought I finished the march hunched over and more reminiscent of "Eye"gore from Mel Brook's "Frankenstein." It hasn't been a bad experience all around. I've met some great people I will no doubt work with in the future. I'm looking forward to the next chapter in the book of my life.


p.s. My mother just received her PhD this week! So proud of her! Congratulations Mom!

10 Days Left

I technically have 3 weeks left, but the last week is outprocessing and the next two weeks we spend Monday through Friday in the field. So it is really only 10 days of training left. I am not enthralled about this at all, and I'm really digging deep to find the motivation necessary to put up with these final days. I know it will be over in the blink of an eye. If life is like a vapor, what must two weeks be in the grand scheme of things? From this side it seems interminable although I know differently. Keep me in your prayers and send me a text from time to time. A letter would be nice too if you have the time :D

Good luck.