July 18th 1968
This thing just keeps popping up all over the place! Momma packed my bags for me because I joined the Army. She even gave me a brand new camera to take pictures with. I hope she doesn't read this. Who am I kidding? She probably copied everything I wrote down word for word. She really is starting to become a pain in my ass. That reminds me of something. Did you know vacation doesn't mean that you go somewhere and you never come back? Thanks to that bitch I've lived a quarter of my life without knowing the correct meaning of vacation. Do you have any idea how often people use that word? Everyone I knew that told me they was going on vacation I considered gone forever. No wonder I never had any friends. Well now that I know what vacation means I've had no trouble at all making friends. I took a picture of my best friend Bubba. He's got to be the biggest retard I've ever met but I don't mind. Momma always said that you don't need to be smart to be a good friend. Well I guess she was right because Bubba and me help each other out all the time. Just last week I broke another company record by doing 430 pushups. Now this meant that the rest of my squad had to do a lot more pushups. One night they was beating me with towels with bars of soap inside them. The next day Bubba helped me put ice on my back. I forgot that I set a new record for the 40 yard dash today and the guys are filling up their towels with twice the soap. I better go. |