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It's 3 am here. Germany is cold. Very cold. There's fog in the mornings and the Polizei can't stop pulling me over because of my American plates. I bought a BMW for 600 dollars. I won't be able to keep it when I leave this place, it's all german specs.
It's a step up from the Rabbit.
I'm on a thing called Staff Duty. Basically I sit at a desk in the battallion's office and watch DVDs for 24 hours straight. It's disturbing to think my only purpose for sitting here right now is so that there is somebody to blame in the event of an incident. I've already had one this evening. A PFC who just got to Germany discovered German bier is pretty much liquor. He passed out with his door locked blasting Enya or something.
I'm getting good at accepting that I'm mediocre. I'm just a PFC. I've been one for two years. Sergeants that can't spell their own rank own my life. I want to have the conversation about how Receiver is spelled Reciever again. I before E except after C.
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- Nicole agreed to be my wife. She is now Nicole Renee Vrechek.
- On June 15th Nicole and I conceived a child together.
It will be born next March. I have never been happier.
- I live in Ansbach, Germany and am anxiously awaiting my pregnant wife to come next week. We will remain here for the next three years and start our family.
- Everyone who tried to bring me down and take my happiness cannot begin to suceed anymore. This is the life I've chosen and I could not have possibly chosen a better one.
- I can say without any doubt that Nicole and I are in love and our relationship will stand the tests of time and life.
I don't have the motivation to keep my life recorded on livejournal anymore. Until next time.
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I realized the Army probably saved my life. It's nice to feel a part of something.
It would be ironic if the Army ended up taking my life though. |
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Shannon please help yourself. I can't stop worrying about you. |
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18 Апр, 2006 @ 19:01
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My life in a nutshell.
I started to work at Kroger last week. I'm a produce clerk for six dollars an hour. I decided that wasnt enough for me. So I found a better job working at Home Depot for what will be ten an hour after probation. So I think that's reason enough to quit Kroger, don't you?
I talked to some battle buddies from AIT this weekend and they were all in my class and are all deploying together. They hinted that their unit was going to activate a Lima reservist because they need more. Since I'm one of three Deployable Limas in the US army reserves I stand a pretty good chance of hitting the ground running. If I go, I'll be happy. If I don't go, I will also be happy. It's a good feeling to know I'm easy either way. This semester has been a productive one. I'll have done 18 hours. That will bring me up to 53, plus the credits they're reviewing from my army transcript. I think I'm getting like 20 hours in electronics marksmanship and PE.
I can't decide if I should do my EMT certifcation this summer or finish my associates. It's a difficult sitation. I really want to be done with the AAS so I have a slip of paper to remind me that I actually did work hard, even though I'll never use it. But I could also do the EMT thing and get a much better paying job. I think I'll end up doing the certification and taking the last two classes for my AAS online. Sounds like a good plan.
I've been doing a lot of training this month and am confident about my next PT test which is next drill. If I pass that, I get promoted. Which, by the way, would make life a bit easier in Iraq if I ended up going. Since my buddy's unit doesnt have any limas that are sergeants I could be placed as Section NCO(Non Commissioned Officer). Even though I'm not an NCO. Weird. If that's the case they will probably be forced to make me a sergeant down range. In either case, Specialist Vrechek and Sergeant Vrechek sounds a fist full better than Private Vrechek. I've been called private for too long. I would be pleased with that arrangement. That's on that slim chance I end up deploying. Stop freaking out Aaron.
It would be very liberating to deploy. I get to drop everything and anything in the US. If I have unpaid tickets, oh well, I'm deploying. Rent? Nah. Car Insurance? Hah. 7.75 at subway every school day? Try popeyes chicken for a buck. I've dreamt of deploying since I watched the invasion on TV back in march 2003. And to deploy with my best army buddies would be ideal.
But, for now, I will just assume I'm not deploying and plan my life accordingly.
At work I made a sign to promote bananas. I wish I would have saved it. It said OMGZ BANANAS!1!. And some woman actually asked me where omahgaz bananas were grown. Then the manager saw it and was confused and made me take it down. I had my fun. Produce was so slow on easter sunday. I threw my apron and knife in the back and started bagging.
The manager is like um what are you doing your job is produce. Actually my job is providing superior customer service sir I replied, if you would like me to sit in the back and text message I will.
Ok so I didn't say that. I thought it though.
I think it's nice to take things a day at a time. I used to freak out about majors and careers and such. But the opportunities are endless and I have twenty years to figure it out before I really freak out. I think i'd rather work a bunch of interesting jobs in a bunch of interesting fields instead of one job one career one sector. Oh well, time will tell. Though if I have it my way I'll be reupping for the next twenty years with a commission.
I think I'm about done now. Til next time. Stay alert. Stay safe. Stay alive.
17 Апр, 2006 @ 21:24
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Starshine.
Never gonna find me.
I hope you're happy in the choices you make. Good luck and gods speed.
5 Апр, 2006 @ 06:46
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So yesterday Bob left a note under my windshield wiper. It said to stop beating my mom and to get a job. I was pretty confused. I wonder how many 19 year olds are full time students and don't work, for one. I'll bet a lot. A hell of a lot. Also not to brag but I'm a pretty strong young man. If I beat my mom there would surely be an indication of me doing so. Seriously. Sometimes I wonder if I should just beat the fuck out of my mom. I mean, I'm accused of it anyway. Mom would like it actually, she could have some marks to show everyone. Look at how horrible my life is. My son hates me and I don't know why. Too bad I try to tell her I only hate her when she's drunk.
For two, I do have a job. I have two. Or will starting thursday. I mean. I know the army doesn't count as a job, clearly. I only spent 8 months doing more exercise daily than he will see in his entire life. I run the risk of being deployed overseas with little to no notice. God. I'm such a drain on society. And seriously. Bob. I wish I could make him realize what a ball of shit he is. You just can't argue with stupid people, though. I want to stand in front of his car door one day. Or excuse me, truck door. It's funny to watch him bumble into his truck that's twice as tall as he is. He almost needs a running start. Though we know that's a joke because Bob would need some sort of Solar Sail technology to pick up enough speed to be considered running. It really is impressive how fat a person can be.
Oh, but to finish my plan. I'm going to stand in front of his door just to see what he does. I wonder if he will have the cojones to say a damned thing. I want to fight Bob. Is that wrong?
I have to declare a major in 2 months. I have no idea what I want to do.
I have drill this weekend. I'll bet I don't get promoted.
I can't wait to move to Denton.
This no longer pleases me. Bye.
Oh but Joey. You can't just make fat jokes your whole life.
29 Мар, 2006 @ 09:28
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We had drill this weekend. It was one of those, failed attempts at some actual training led by a staff sergeant gone ROTC cadet attempting to woo the commander by taking all our shit out of motor pool for a convoy simulation. The convoy lasted 8 miles and all they did was drive. No simulated attack or anything. I sat in the back of a covered LMTV with about 8 other lower enlisted. We could not see outside our vehicle. The ride was bumpy and I learned nothing other than I'm probably the youngest and lowest ranking individual ever. Out of the 8 of us, 6 were on their cell phone texting. One was playing gameboy and listening to his Ipod. I sat there like a good private waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.
We got to the training site in all our combat gear. Except weapons. You know, don't need those in a training environment, though a 10 pound helmet is completely necessary. We formed up and rotated through some classes. All of which I've had a thousand times. All of which were taught by some sergeant that was fucked up in one way or another. Unpressed uniforms. Messed up berets. Unshined boots. It all makes me quite sick to be frank. I had the privledge of being in a group with Major McLeary, our commander. I led him on a land navigation course and we found our location. I hate how everyone doesn't salute him. It's so disrespectful. I fumbled with my compass like I was in the presence of jesus christ himself. My commander must think I'm an idiot. I'm always so focused on everything but the task at hand. Always wondering what their thinking of me. I blame my mom, she is always so mean and critical when she's drunk. I've had the pleasure of every single fault I've ever had being pointed out by her when she's drunk.
There's a guy I went to training with; Quisenberry. When I got there he was graduating. When he graduated he was an E1, private no class. When I came back to my unit, he was there. He was an E3, the same rank as I. On sunday he was promoted to E4;specialist. In two weeks he is attending school to earn his E5, sergeant, rank. I evaulated this on the drive home (my evaulations usually involve massive amounts of self pity and fumbling through my phonebook for someone to tell me I'm better than I'm perceiving) and arrived at the conclusion that I must suck. I've been an E3 since I joined a year ago almost. This guy has had 3 promotions before I've had one and is working on the next. How unfair. My boots look better than his.
I wish I was happy being mediocre. I wish I could be someone other than me.
6 Мар, 2006 @ 13:08
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My mother cut me off last night. When I got back from training I made it clear to her I didn't want to live with her. I knew she would go insane again. I left to be with my dad and when I came back my stuff was out of storage and in a room she set up for me, it was nothing short of creepy. I pitied her. I lived with her. Last night, she nearly beat down the door in a drunken rage. She walked in, told me how terrible of a person I was and told me to get the hell out. She wouldn't even open her car to let me get my books out.
I left. Paid 30 dollars for a cab. Another 213 for a week in a hotel. This morning woke up and walked 5 miles to school. I have no car. I have no job. I have no home and nobody to turn to for help. The only person I could think of to ask for advice was Abby's stepfather, but I hung up on him. I was too proud to ask for any help.
My money I saved in training is slowly depleting due to hotel fees and cab fares. 21 hours is beginning to wear me down, it was before any of this. I need help. I feel like such a loser and an idiot. It's my own fault, I should have listened to myself. I should have gone out on my own. Why do I love my mother?
20 Фев, 2006 @ 11:06
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24 Янв, 2006 @ 16:46
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Theres a little section of north lake. In the cafeteria, behind a wall. This is like retard breeding ground. Ever since they tore the umbrella thing off outside they all come inside now. They are the uncool nerds. The ones who find comfort in nerdy things because they have nothing else. The ones who spend all their paychecks on magic cards, so their cock looks a big larger among the other nerds as they flaunting theirs.
These are the nerds that sit in the corner with a guitar and headphones on, and they don't know how to play. The ones that all like this one really ugly nerdy chick with tape around the end of her ears and huge elephant tits.
I was playing Fable on my laptop today on a table in that area. I started wondering if I was one of these idiots. But then I realized I had an EverQuest Message board minimized, and the guy next to me was talking about world of warcraft and we were in deep discussion. I was like, fuck. So I told him I didn't know what he was talking about and to get away. I then played fable in my car.
Welcome back to North Lake.
I'm really tired. I miss the Army.
18 Янв, 2006 @ 16:04
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I'm nothing but insane. I live for the fight. Life isn't for me. I won't have any emotion anymore. I will just fight until I die. I need nothing nobody except my M16. I'm deploying with 4th ID. I'm volunteering tomorrow.
Bye.
11 Дек, 2005 @ 21:13
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On Friday 13th of May 2005 I joined the army. Since 01 June 2005 I've been screamed at, belittled, woken up in the middle of the night. Woken up at 4:30 every morning. Ran 5 miles every other day. Carried around backpacks full of sand for 12 miles. In one week I will be done with it all.
For the past 6 months I've done more than I could ever expect of myself. For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I feel like I've really accomplished something that other people couldn't. It's been so hard. It's been hard on everyone, especially Abby. I want you to know Abby that you've proven yourself to me more than anyone ever has. It sounds so corny writing this, but oh well. You've stayed with me throughout this. Not being able to talk to me or see me for 6 straight months and you still stood beside me. You remained faithful and true to me despite this shit. I do love you Abby and knowing that I've always had you has made this a lot easier.
So on December 16th I will be on an airplane, on my way to Ft. Hood, Texas. After that I will be released from Active Duty and will assume my role in the Army Reserves. It's been a long time coming. Thank god this BS is over.
Freaking hooah.
3 Дек, 2005 @ 09:42
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Not going to Iraq.
18 Ноя, 2005 @ 22:11
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I graduate from my training on January 13th.
The fourth Infantry deploys in Feb.
1-58th AVN is attached to 4th Infantry.
1-58th is going to Iraq.
I'm in 1-58th.
Fuck.
19 Окт, 2005 @ 19:15
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Hi. Not much interesting is happening. I did 59 pushups and 66 sit ups in 2 minutes and ran 2 miles in 13:30. Cool. Abby was here last week. She isn't now. I think her trip here was a bad one or something. She's acted differently since her visit. I guess things just happen though. Maybe this bullshit has really changed me more than I thought it had. But moving on. Next week I finish my basic electronics training and move into my advanced electronics shit. It's kind of scary how much I've learned. I'm also strangely good at soldering. I'm really glad I got this job, I haven't been so challenged in a long time.
I miss Abby. Well, since you're the only one who actually reads this I think, I miss you Abby. If you're having issues let me know and don't just keep it quiet please, thank you.
I love you.
15 Окт, 2005 @ 20:00
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I found this while googling my name. I didn't even know I was on this. I guess it's something I get to put on resumes or something. I miss college. I miss learning. I miss being the best.
24 Сент, 2005 @ 08:46
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