Now that the cherry isout of the way....

I am sitting here, doing what any servicemember hates to do the most......standing duty. For those of you who don't know what that means allow me to explain:

Standing duty means that you are "on watch" for 24 hours. The watchstander is responsible for the safety of the military property, and the well being of our fellow Marines. Very noble in concept, but doing that in "garrison" (meaning here in the continental US) is about as exciting as watching glass set.

The first 18 hours isn't too bad, as everyone is around, and it is pretty much a regular work day. The following 3-5 hours is the indication of what's to come, as everyone starts to dissappear (either went om eot their families, or went to their repective rooms on-base). The 4-6 hours....my Lord!!!! You will be ready to talk to a wall...you'll swear you watched the hands on the clock move counter-clockwise.....you'll wonder if it really is too late to call you High School best friend (who lives a time-zone away) in the hopes the they can help you deal with the last few hours (that you'll feel are an eternity). You will be looking for toothpicks to prop between your eyelids in an effort to stay awake...or you'll smoke 2 packs trying to stay awake.

My brain has officially ceased to function into the higher levels of cognisance, so I will end this blog before you decide it might be a good idea to call Bellevue and send the nice men with the white coats my way :D