Mountains, Molehills, and desecrated Muslims

OK, so the whole combat stress thing was retarded. I met with a rep. of the stress team, and it was your run-of-the-mill tell me your life story meeting. I kind of like talking about myself anyway. Sometimes I linger by pools of water, staring at my reflection for hours. So to cut to the chase, he blesses me sane enough to kill and heal again without therapy, the Doc said I did the right thing for broken finger boy, and I am happy because I don't have to go to retard camp. We went on a foot patrol with our buddies from 302nd Btn ING tonight. Those poor Muslim boys are gonna have some prayin' to do. We ended up patrolling through a 3,000 year old cemetary that we believe the enemy has been setting up mortar positions in. Those poor soldiers were praying the whole time. I think it must be really bad for a Muslim to trample all over the graves of their ancestors at night. But, all in a day's work fighting for their freedom. So, all is well, I am off to 4 hours of blissful respite, and then to PT and training of more courageous young freedom fighters. A Good Night to you all, my one reader, me.