Sleeping Beauty

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Earlier I woke up from my first time sleeping since my last post. So counting the lack of sleep from then on, I think I went 3 or 4 days. Really not an issue and perfectly ok for an infantry guy, until something goes wrong. Then everyone in my chain of command including me would be taking a big bite out of a shit sandwich. My sleep was interrupted yesterday and the day before by our daily breastmilk formation and some more anthrax shots. I thought I was immune after 5 but I've had about 7 so far in the past year. Whatever.

The PSG came and got me to clean out one of the conex's. A conex is one of those big metal shipping containers that they ship on ships (surprising right?) and which we use to store our gear. Four trucks each have their own cage in the conex to store all of our sensitive items after we get back from a mission. The other three trucks usually throw all their garbage and junk out in the middle and it has piled up over the last few months. Well, I figured, none of this shit is my shit. My TC, driver and I all have our own shelves in our 4 shelf cage, with the fourth being for the crew-served weapon and all of our shit is in the cage. Half-used cases of gatorade, a humvee seat and other pack-rat type shit lays before me, so I did what any self-respecting junior enlisted would do, and threw it all in the dumpster. Clean your shit up next time, assholes."
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