He's banging his head against of the stall walls of the head while trying to combat boredom in the night and mofo next to him rack keeps him up with snoring in the night.
He's so sick of all this shit and sick MRE's and the fact the MRE keeps him from taking shits. Don't like having his hair cut, but he's told he has to get his hair cut.
He loves the pride and the glory, the comparing and trading stories, everything else is just extra is a pain the damn butt.
Stupid superiors trying to tell him whats what.
Tests, trials, and tribulations, not to mention all the people that's hating.
The journey will countiue, he just has to learn to make due.
Let's play the game of life time to press on and continue.
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