Say what, Staff Sergeant? Listen, you come deploy with us, or hell, deploy with anybody, and then I'll listen to your prattle about being motivated. I'm plenty damn motivated; I signed my contract in the middle of a war I thought was a terrible idea from the beginning, knowing full well that I'd end up going over. Don't talk to me about motivation. It's not even that you're a bloody slicksleever. Yeah, you have no way of understanding the BS we're dealing with from your comfy position administrating it. But that's secondary to the simple presumption of telling anybody else how they should react emotionally to it, regardless of whether you've dealt with it.

Now that that's over with, I'm happy to say that we're off to a good start. Better training than anything I got in basic or AIT. May have something to do with the lack of omnipresent dread of the next disaster, be it legitimate, brought on by idiot privates, or concoted by drill sergeants. Combatives will knock you the hell out though. I'm sore all over. Need more drugs.