Rock, Booze and Apathy‏

Leon,

Lunch today consisted of a walk away from our camp to the chow hall just down the street.

I wasn't too pleased with the selection so I ended up with two improvised patty melts, consisting of a hamburger patty sandwiched between grilled ham and cheese. They also lacked tea and V8, so I decided for a water and cranberry juice instead.

The snow has managed to pile up these past few days, with less traveled areas easily being ankle deep — the snowball wars are soon to follow, I'm sure.

My task this morning was to finish a request I was given a few days ago, which called for the beautification of a Medal of Honor Citation to be framed at a later date.

This was a fairly simple task, as my stylus worked its magic, eventually concocting seven different versions of final product in the span of a few hours. These were presented to the client to choose whichever he pleased. With this tasking finished, I decided to write up this entry.

I've recently taken up interest in a band called Coheed and Cambria, a progressive rock band whose four albums make up an epic science fiction narrative written by frontman Claudio Sanchez.

Each album represents a chapter of the story, which has also been presented in the graphic novel medium. In fact, I'm listening to their third studio album: Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness, as I type this.

Though the band is mostly considered progressive rock, there are those that have tossed them into the "emo" category — a much overused term that I myself am not too fond of. Though I will admit that Coheed maintains some elements of that same genre, which happens to be the brunt of a number of jokes within the online community.

I've spent little time preparing for this promotion board, only taking the time to memorize the first paragraph of the NCO Creed — I have until Thursday to commit the creed, in its entirety, to memory.

My lack of enthusiasm and indifference is rather obvious to those around me. My jaded apathy has become a joke within the office, much to my amusement. However, it would seem that promotion to Sergeant within the time frame of my service is "inevitable" as my NCOIC has put it.

I couldn't be less indifferent.

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Drowning in Flame

Drink it down
The Burning Water suffocates the mind
And murders the senses

Poisoned vegetable
Demonic fruit
Aethir's Ambrosia

Our desire is this liquid fire
Which frees us from the cages of Reality

So

Drink it down
Drown yourselves in the Flame
And free the world from ourselves

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Peace,

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