Enlistment blues

sigh

sigh. im confused. my mind's full of ARMY. every min im thinking of ARMY. i even had a dream where i was wif my dear and while we were at a shopping centre, the ARMY asked me to go fight the aliens. ( ok i watched too much ' War of the Worlds'). the dream was kinda exciting, running from the aliens wif my dear. anyway where was i, o yes ARMY.

Paul's going ARMY tomorrow. his rather excited about it, but at the same time scared. His feelings and thoughts are similar to Gustav Holst's all time favourite: Jupiter. excitment, reminiscence, scared and apprehensive. He wonders why he had taken his rather slack days for granted. now he misses them dearly(not as much as he miss his dear). there were things he wanted to do but didn't and now he regrets. his thoughts go back and forth, thinking of everything. he was thinking:

army, something that turn boys to men; or so they say. so i sit on the conveyor belt and slowly enter 'ARMY'. in 2 years time i'll exit 'ARMY' out onto the conveyor belt, labelled a men and packed in a box to be sent into society. marvelous, just what i wanted except for the box. can't wait to get my hands on some action. rite.

suddenly an overwhelming wave of tiredness sets in and brings Paul into deep sleep. stay tune for more updates when Paul awake from his very short coma.