No not really. . .

So, having been through alot of crap as of yet, I've had time to jot down a lot of poems based on different experiences in da Army.

Here's something I thought I'd share:

You're my mistress of stress
You're my medicine
You're my favorite friend

Next to me when I got told
to stop my madness,
you quickly realized I was
a casualty of self crime.

Helpful, beautiful bitch
I fell in love for just a second
and then I fell apart
and you scolded me with love.

Temperament, my rebel rose
I planted them in the rocks outside the door
running mate in the morning.

I lack the voice
and yours is annoying
but it sooths when you say things
to ease the pain.

Captured in first smiles,
I took you into my box
and it was fun for a while.

It's about my 'battle buddy' from Ft. Huachuca, who was with me (involuntarily) through all the shit I went through, a lot of it caused by my own carelessness and indifference.

She was there when I was getting my ass chewed daily by Sergeants who were fed up with my bullshit, and she was there I was breaking down. She was a friend, and she wasn't. . . it goes both ways. *Shrugs*

Oh, and as far as the title - I've been thinking about it lately. I'd never do it though (eek!) Gods have mercy on whoever does go AWOL because it can catch up to you.

(People in the U.S.) You know those gallant GoArmy commercials that play that beautiful soundtrack music and show all the Soldiers looking proud and bad ass?

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