03.01.99
Tori on the speakers -- ironed clothes in the locker -- briefly polished jumps...a pen in hand and blue shades on the eyes...and I question the complete ideological shift -- this onetime pacifict just about dead for this man's army.
Life can change drastically in the span of very few years...and become norm in just months...I tire on occasion of this nearly 5 month experience..but no more than civilian life ever bored me...My life is controlled & dictated. Free actions -- so many ruinations that it caused -- now removed to a large extent...and it's hilarious -- one such proponent of freedom placing himself here -- funny how to "fight" for freedom, just how much we have to give it up to do it.
Got a letter/fwd mail package from Mom & Dad...a letter from Amy was enclosed, short form letter to all the friends she'd left behind in her life...whereas my journal is my form letter.
This song I so can identify myself with - "Hotel"...How
many times in my life will I meet friends in a hotle...how many wonder
about me? Haven't heard from Christa since I got here, and that has
me worried...