So.......
Field camp next week!
Got the low-downs,
things to bring,
things to take note of.
Even tactics for rifle safe-guarding,
and food ration swaps.
Everything is locked, loaded, ready to go.
So why am I feeling so anxious?
Maybe because I am afraid my lung injury may come back and haunt me.
Or I would be chosen at my lowest.
Or maybe I would encounter some unforseen invisible monster that goes around killing everyone in the forest.
Or maybe,
just maybe
Everyone says its hell.
Who am I to say it will be hell?
I haven't seen it, haven't experienced it.
Sure it's gonna be tough,
but whoever said tough ain't fun?
So what if we get punished,
rolled into mud,
dig the ground apart
dig coffins?
All it does is wear one down physically,
but isn't your mental self the one that keeps you together?
Separate the two,
and you would have an excellent decoy.
Down physically,
but mentally alert, up, running.
laughing at everything, everyone.
Ah wells.
It will come when it comes.
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