The Intellectual Boot Camp

I often have recurring dreams about the absurdity of military boot camp. I relive the sense of having a knifehand at my throat, scared shitless as the drill instructor spits profanity in my face. He'll do this again and again so that I can come to intuit, instead of just imagine, a sense of discipline … Continue reading The Intellectual Boot Camp

6. Battle for peace and quiet

Convoys rumble by in an endless thunder. Helicopters rip the space-time fibers of the sky bellowing the pre-attack drone of a moonsized wasp nest. I'm getting a blink and a half of sleep. A fireteam [unit of 3-4] of ASVAB-waivers [not smart servicemembers] are howling encouragement to a background of heavy-equipment operators I've distinctly identified are trying to … Continue reading 6. Battle for peace and quiet