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[Aug. 23rd, 2010|03:33 am] |
Coffee is a sailor's sustenance
It's been so long, I'd forgotten this space on the world wide web existed. This last bastion of my freedom to opine without being known- bearing in mind, of course, they may be tapping it as a I speak. The fact that I am opining through the Organization's computer would render my actions rather foolish and regrettable, I suppose, but heck, whatever.
In exactly 30 days I would be halfway across the world in a strange land. It hasn't fully sunk in, but I find myself dreading that day with each passing evolution. Yes, it isn't perfect, but I have come to like this Wing and its people, for better or for worse. And I find myself fearing that I will not have a batch to belong to when I come back, being unable to commission with them. Who cares for the Queen, or Prime Minister of England? I'd do away with their presence in an instant in exchange for standing on the tiles of SAFTI MI's parade square, awaiting the donning of epaulettes by dear friends.
Truly, you can't always have the cake and eat it. |
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