I can't remember what it's like to be a civilian. Seeing large, mean-looking people carrying large, mean-looking weapons is an everyday thing. I have a new vocabulary with words like jacked up, squared away, blue falcon, hooah, and dress-right-dressed. I have strange desire to become an Airborne Ranger. Places and things like "Wal-Mart" and automotive transportation are foreign to me now. I have a new hair style that doesn't involve a whole lot of hair. I feel naked without a canteen attached to my hip. Here's another Army cadence that goes along with this blog entry:
Uh oh, oh no
Sha na na na na
Army life is not my style
They got me lookin' like Gomer Pyle
I used to wear my faded jeans
Now I'm wearin' Army greens
I used to drive a Cadillac
Now I'm ruckin' on my back
Army life is not my stuff
They got me lookin' like Forrest Gump
I used to eat at Mickie D's
Now I'm eatin' MREs
They sat me in a barber's chair
Spun me around I have no hair
Army Life is not my style
They got me lookin' like Gomer Pyle