out of the pot, into the fire

now that i'm officially off the island, you can bring on all the 'private ryan' jokes. the last few days passed without any incident, which i think is a great big anti-climax to the 2 months spent there.

i was in my bunk watching other companys' sergeants spraying recruits (and their beds) with fire hoses and recruits shampooing their sergeants, while our sergeants were all hiding somewhere, perhaps out of fear for their personal safety.

anyway i swallowed another piece of my braces wire yesterday, so if the last one didn't kill me this one will.