The Skybrary
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  • yawns and stretches*


You know; this weekend has been rather good to me. Drill was this weekend, so that is always a plus. We had our rifle qualifications this weekend which everyone at the battery was psyched about. We rarely get a chance to use our rifles and finally the time of the year had come. We were blessed to be able to pull the trigger and send rounds downrange even if the weather was rather unfortunate. All good things come to a close and sadly a bit too soon for our schedule. First day half our battery qualed and fantastically at that. Second day....monsoon. We got up all bright and cheery and ran out the barracks into the forming of a small lake. As the day progressed the rain never let up. Soon the range safety officer officially declared a no-go on our shooting day and if you could see our spirits plummet. You would have needed to use a dustpan or broom to wipe the floor.

With our jobs done, cut short because of Nature, we came home and spent some time getting things done. Most importantly tightening as a unit. Stories, facts, secrets and questions were exchanged, answers proudly given (sometimes) and meekly muttered.

Today in particular was something I don't know if I just dreamt through or was conscious for. My squad leader, a Sergeant, came up to our section and was asking for volunteers for deployment for Afghanistan. I, along with 4-5 other Marines, volunteered to go.

. . .

I had my doubts, I still have them. Part of me wants to go, to help my fellow brothers-in-arms while apart of me wants to stay back and finish school. I made a split second decision and opted to deploy. Was it a wise decision? That I will have to wait and see.


Semper Fi ~Always Faithful~

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