Yeah. I’m back on the sauce, and hard. But in my defense, the coffee stand is the only place I can currently get soy milk, so really I’m only drinking it for my bones. And your alls sanity. I knew me at Basic Training. I was as dark and bitter as coffee should, and should not be, respectively.
Now then. While I’m “back” on the internets in the capacity that my new Beetle Bailey schedule will allow, I’m faced with the same old struggle: how to keep this here blog a DeMilitarized Zone. Before, it was easy not to talk about my job, I had pieces of my day that weren’t strictly devoted to it.
Now, I wear the hallmark of my gig all day and all night — and I live at work, literally. You’ll see. I’ll figure ‘er out. There is a place for all the Army tales, and this ain’t it. But the motto of my current school seems apt for figuring out this Sharing in the Age of Camo-lot: Strength Through Truth. Yup, that sounds about right.
As I was.
