Remember remember, the fifth of November

"Welp, new president-elect. First African-American president and all that shit, I suppose. I don't buy into that whatever-American shit though. You're an American or you're not. My grandparents immigrated from Norway after WW I, but I don't call myself a Norwegian-American. Black people over here have to wear body armor and get shot at just as much as us white guys; ethnicity really means nothing in the Army. Anyways, I don't really care. New president? Can I go home today and get some beer and pussy? No? Don't care.

Today was our first day off in weeks, in fact, about 30 hours off. 30 hours is a lot of time on this schedule. Our entire tent was sleeping and someone ran in yelling "The election is decided! New president!", which caused Jim to sit up and yell "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW." The tumor on Jim's throat was found to be benign, so he is back and fortunately, back to his normal self."
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