I swear I'm as skiddish as a three day-old filly. There's the one guy who parks down the little road between our hut and the bunker and every time he goes around the corner, he takes out a chunk of our hut. If I'm in the hut I jump about three feet in the air and my stomach and heart switch places. Reminds me of the first day we went to the range. The guy working the store came and got me to ask if I was okay because I was flinching so bad.
I have gotten used to the controlled explosions and fighter jets though. I almost don't hear them anymore, so I guess I'll get used to the hut being abused. Though it would be so much easier if people would just learn to drive. Or maybe not. Oh well.
Friday, March 23, 2007
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