This is how life goes now. Wake up early. Meet in courtyard for PT. Wear uniform. Eat off tray. Clean all morning. Eat off tray. Clean all afternoon. Eat off tray. Clean and hope to get released early for more working out, showering, laundry, and one phone call. Lights out. Sleep with door open so your head on pillow is visible from the hall at all times. Did Uncle Sam really want me? The break in the routine is that due to my degree I get to volunteer at an elementary school 5 days a week. Essentially, I'm right back where I was before joining the military. Glorified room mom. Overeducated cleaning lady. I hope redemption finds me here.
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I'm praying for you still. Hoping you get through this soon, with your sanity intact. :-)
So sorry to hear this. I too will be praying for you and your cohorts. You're brave and adventurous, generous, lovely, and capable of almost anything. Whether Sam can appreciate it or not, it is truth. I am proud that you're willing to serve our country and hope this country is smart enough to utilize and appreciate skills beyond cleaning. Dang.
Redemption does have a tricky habit of showing up in the least likely places. May it find you tonight too.
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