1. i joined thorns to be a paladin tank, and there weren't many places for a paladin tank back then. this was when people scoffed at paladin tanks. just at the same moment when they were on the verge of collapsing and the GM (at the time) conundras, a great healer and leader, was about to quit. as fate would have it, RC (whose core member were longtime wow friends) split up due to people quitting and such. Our GM, uthanak, did us the honor of /gdisband so we wouldn't have to type /gquit, as the founders, including myself, would never type that. now, the remaining founders of RC that still play are a part of thorns. its not thorns anymore; its revolution of the thorns paradise. so what we kept the years old tag. we are our own people and we do our own thing. george washington and the rest of the founders of the US are all gone. should we rename ourselves?
2. i joined the military when i was 17. yea, they allow it, didn't know what the !**% i was doing. got commissioned as a second lieutenant when i was 20, still didn't know what the !**% i was doing. that was almost 4 years ago.
3. I wanted to go infantry, and eventually ranger or special forces since i first enlisted, and even more so after i got commissioned. My knees and other medical problems prevented me from pursuing that, so i'm stuck in a normal logistics type army job. combat arms or supply, the enemy doesn't care, they will kill you, capture you and cut your head off, or blow you up. a good friend of mine in my national guard unit was deployed a while ago with another unit. he was a supply NCO. he died from small arms fire.
3. i'm scared *#!@less about going overseas. my station will be in kuwait. however, i will be in charge of a portion of theatre wide maintenance and ammo storage. and being a junior officer, i will be running convoys from kuwait to baghdad. i will actually be in that convoy, in an "up-armored hmmwv". up-armored means nearly immune to small arms fire, like an ak-47, yet gets shredded by IED's and other roadside bombs.
but thanks suzuki, for wishing me every bad situation other than death when i go over there. it's not a war that i chose nor supported. but i have only a few options. suck my balls back up into my body and run to canada, refuse and go to jail, or man up and fulfill what i promised to do when i raised my right hand.
i hope you put your motorcycle into a ditch and your face into a post, you self-righteous prick.
