The cruelest of ironies... Ft Hood is called the great place. I mean its every where you go. On the signs when you go in the gates, all over the base where they are doing construction work... I wouldn't be surprised if they figured out how to print it onto the instant mashed potatoes that they serve us in the dfac. I guess it could be worse... at least it doesn't smell like Ft Jackson... And they do have a special touch with the taters :D
Last week my unit was doing some environmental training in New Mexico. I wish we could have done some more. The accommodations were very nice... just haunted. It was kinda cool hearing the stories about that place. We had to walk every where or pay for a taxi, but I still hit some nice restaurants. There was this one called the elephant bar, and it was delicious. If I ever go back, I will eat there. I ate this Ahi tuna rice bowl, and some really good spinach artichoke dip and some strawberry lemonade. It was so stinking wonderful!!! It seems like some of the best, and worse, things about being in the army was the food. I guess you can say I'm a bit of a fan of food.
I got some kinda cool news the other day. It turns out I have a distant cousin in the army reserves, and he is coming to N. Ft Hood soon. How cool is that? Im super excited. Its always neat to find out that I have more family in the army than I thought.
In other news, I have pass in less than 16 days. I'm thrilled!
Wish me luck!
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