Well, here comes a rather bitter and menstrual post from your favorite geek. A nice sour lemon for you to suck on, and temporarily make your face scrunch up in the most bitter-beer of ways.
Looking back at my posts from when I was PREPARING to join this lovely, absolutely wonderful organization that never fucks people over, I was reminded of my original aspirations. I was attempting to become an infantryman (instead I was designated an 11C mortarman, which is still technically infantry, but that's HIGHLY debatable. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I'd lose what little traffic I do get, I'd change the name from eleven-bravo, which I am not, to eleven-charlie, or something sarcastic and angry. Leaving the name as eleven-bravo is sarcastic enough now) and also to attain Airborne status. Well wouldn't you know it, I didn't get airborne school.
Now, I'm assigned to a unit that doesn't even have Strykers yet. Its a unit of firsts. Still not on its feet, and vastly different from what I had expected. All in all, its really not a big deal. Life has an annoying habit of going on, regardless of what happens. We'll see what comes from this whole experience.