Bad day

Shit. PSD fucking ran over a linguist. The guy’s at 10th CSH* now – I guess I have to go out there to visit him tomorrow. How awkward will that be? “Hi. I am sorry that my guys ran you over yesterday – I hope your broken leg gets better.”

And something happened to my room mate in Mosel. I am not sure what exactly, but the Sergeant Major says he’s going to be going home early. My freakin’ head hurts….


(*Combat Support Hospital, pronounced “Cash” ed.)