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Sunday, August 23, 2009

i miss all of you, a hell lot.
this may sound crazy, but i'd give anything, anything to have people barking and screaming and shouting at us to get our drills right.
To have bunk inspections
Camping in classrooms as a platoon, wrapping ourselves in sleeping bags, ignoring the presence of bugs and moths around.
We've made mistakes as a batch, but sometimes, it's these mistakes that make us unique, and perfect, in our own sense.

sure, we can have batch outings and all, but it's just. different.
can we go back to when we were Part As, please?

i promise i'll let go, but now's just not the time.