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Moon

Wow. Upon failure to fall asleep, I decided that watching a movie would be in order. Thus, I propped the good ol' macbook on my lap as I lay in bed, and browsed through Netflix for the next two hour's entertainment. I came upon Moon, which I remember seeing the preview for and decided that it looked intriguing enough to watch.
Sam Rockwell is brilliant in his role as Sam Bell, astronaut. Same bell works on the moon alongside robot GERTY, his only company. He sends back a mined substance to Earth which is the new alternative energy. He fuels Earth. He is on a 3 year contract, which in two weeks, will be up. He has no live interaction with Earth. The satellite enabling a live feed to Earth is broken and Sam has to make do with sending and recording messages to his wife. During his last two weeks, he begins to start hallucinating. He begins to get sick. After an accident occurs, he wakes up in the station's infirmary, with a short-term memory loss. While trying to repair the damage he caused during his accident, he finds something. He finds a person. This person is no one other than himself. We (the audience) are supposed to think that one of the Sams is just another hallucination. As the story unfolds, we see that the Sam injured in the mining accident is just as real as the Sam who found him. They are both clones of the real Sam Bell, who died 12 years earlier. His wife, Tess, died at some point during that time as well. Both Sams are hit with the shock that they will never see their wife again. They are merely being used; there are thousands of clones of Sam Bell, all programmed to complete the task of sustaining Earth.
My reaction to this movie was pure depression. The yearning Sam has for his family is thoroughly well acted and genuine. What I cannot but help but relate with is the same yearning I will have for Leslie during my basic training/SOI and the yearning I will have for my family if I ever have to see combat. I cannot but imagine realizing that I would have no one to go back to. That the whole time I waited in vain. I know that Leslie will wait for me. I have no doubts of that. Its just, wow, what a depressing thing to think about. What a depressing movie.

Worry worry worry... And still worry.

For the last few days Leslie has been feeling like crap. She has been complaining of a constant back pain. It has really been bringing her down. She has been sick constantly for the past week. She scheduled herself to see a back doctor until this coworker of hers she really really dislikes and wishes was unemployed and homeless for the rest of her life told her that it might be a kidney infection. This was a blessing. She rescheduled for her primary doctor and finally made her way there. The doctors did their thing, and when we finally heard from the doctor just a few minutes ago, they said that her blood work came back clean. She either has some kind of virus or has an ovarian cyst.
What is the point of all this? Well we were (and still to some extent are) thinking her pain was due to the fact of appendicitis. The thought of having the one I love in surgery was terrifying. I kept telling myself that it was a routine and normal type of surgery that people go through everyday. Did that help me? No. Not one bit. Not at all. How does one cope with having a loved one hurting? This is a very simple thing, I cannot imagine how I would be worrying if we found out she had cancer. I don't know how I would cope. Am I being a baby? Am I being irrational for pulling out my hair, chewing my nails down to bits and getting absolutely no sleep over a simple appendectomy? I do not know. All I know is that seeing your loved one hurt hurts. Worrying over them becomes a full-time job. I just praise God that she does not have something more serious. He is who I have to give my worry too. He is who I have to give my doubt to in any situation. I know that this experience will add another level of stress during my time at Basic Training: worrying about her health. I will just have to look to God to be her protector and watch over her while I am away.

What I Want.... What She Wants....

I have always wanted a dog. In fact, I have always wanted a German Shepherd, having a grandfather who always had one or more at a time. My girlfriend, Leslie, wants a dog as well.
Also, I have always wanted a gun. Leslie likes that I want guns as well. Our versions of each differ slightly.
My rendition:

A German Shepherd with a Tactical DSA FAL. Perfect!

Leslie differs. Just slightly. She wants a dog and also a gun. But what she wants... well look:


Yeah. This will be an interesting relationship.

Stray from the seriousness

I am a gun nut. I love guns. In particular, I am in love with the black gun, the AR15. I have yet to own one yet. But, when I return from MCRD and SOI, I will most likely buy one. I found http://www.m4carbine.net/ and the guys on the forums there were extremely knowledgeable and helpful in showing what the lowdown is on the AR15 platform as well as in depth details on any of the tactical firearms

Why Join?

I am often bombarded with the question as to why I am choosing to serve in the military, especially with current President. People often say I am very brave, or I am very stupid, or I just don't know what the hell I am getting myself into. The truest of the three would have to be the last; I do not know exactly what I am getting myself into.

Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be in the military. It has fascinated me. As a child I set myself to find out everything I could about the military and all it encompasses. The avid little reader I was, this turned out to be no problem. Books soon became replaced by video games. Medal of Honor was the penultimate immersion into what war truly is for an 11 year old (Or so I thought). I fought my way up the beaches of Normandy, through the frozen wasteland of Belgium, all the way up to Berlin. For years I did this over and over, the terrain changing every so often. I reached a point of maturity where I realized that this was not in the least realistic, and war was hell. War is not something to be desired. No one wants to have to kill another man, not for the pure sake of killing. No, I reached the point where I understood why men fought wars, as much as I could understand. Men fight wars because they realize that someone has to protect the freedoms we Americans have. They are defending what they love. It hit me why the Marine Corps' slogan is "The Few. The Proud. The Marines." Not only is the attrition rate extremely high, but there are not many who hear the special calling that those who have joined the military hear. I join because I will fight to defend the freedoms our founding fathers fought for. I joined because I feel that there is hope for America, and that the freedoms we enjoy even under our President are far greater than any other country in the world.

That is why I am joining the military. Does it make any sense? Probably not. It probably seems like a jumbled mess of my thoughts. Well I am joining the military because it is the right thing for me to do. I believe our current President has not reached a point of me not being able to serve under him. There is still hope for America, It is not a lost cause yet. For those who have served are will serve or are currently serving, I thank you. Thank you for hearing the call.