Terminate, terminate, terminate

My boss, no longer my boss. A new, more tolerable boss in his place.

Not sure if the SFC who asked to have them swapped knows what he's getting into, but hey, whatevs.

Also, nearly done with this abominable post. Hurrah.

Dr. Wafel Zinraal's Diary, 30 April

We've broken through to the Iron Cavern! The War Chalice was there just as Lord Helvetica's diary told, blood-red metal clasped in the skeletal hands of Ramon Velasco.

Too bad the ass had to stick around in ghastly form and animate his bones to slaughter interlopers like us. I'll admit, it was a pretty impressive sword he drew from behind his granite coffin, and the laser eyes were no slouch either. (Poor Halloran.) Still, the undead are no match for Thompsons and a frag grenade.

Now we just have to find our way back to the surface. And hope the War Chalice's powers aren't dampened by shrapnel holes.

Thanks for playing, better luck next time...

We lost one of our number to a torn ACL from a soccer accident. Good soldier, would've been her first deployment. She's asked to go to DLI once she heals up; hopefully we can get that for her.

Damn shame.

Dr. Wafel Zinraal's Diary, April 27

We've delved into new strata in our search for the Iron Cavern. Sandstone, filled with millions of fossilized skeletons, bones the likes of which even our experienced naturalists cannot identify. These strange wonders match the passages in Lord Helvetica's chronicles, so we must be on the path. Alas, however, our porter Willard was carried off in the night by a giant arachnid. We've doubled our guard strength to protect against any further such misfortunes. Hopefully we can keep the pace up long enough to find our prize.

My boss, on oral hygeine

A guy walks into a bathroom with two other guys and spits out some vomitus into the sink. Another guy looks over and asks if he's alright.

"Got some toothpaste down the wrong tube," says the first.

The second guy says, "Well that's no fun."

"It happens," says the first guy.

The second dude and the third just look at him. Both are pretty sure that's never happened to them.

My boss, on DFAC coffee

"That's some good coffee. I like that coffee. I might get some of that to go. That's some good coffee."

My Private, on Carjacking (Defense) Classes

"I was so disappointed in that class. I thought we were going to learn how to jack cars."

She was completely serious.

Dr. Wafel Zinraal's Diary, April 22

The old priest Montoya led us down into the mission's catacombs last night. We've made some progress in using the sonar mapper, but so far there isn't any sign of the Iron Cavern of Castilla or the spiral tunnels that supposedly lead into it. We have to find that cavern as soon as possible. Without Ramon Velasco's War Chalice, we would stand little chance at the front...

And we're back

On the road again...

We did pistol drills for a couple hours in the morning, followed by a couple cartwheels, followed by lunch, followed by hanging out in the pool.

Pretty good day in CA.