Journal 09/01/05
1400 hrs
Ft. McCoy, Wisconsin
I’m not feeling very much stress over any of the mobilization process yet. I chalk it up to having experienced it before. The moment we got off the bus yesterday, we started medical processing. Four vials of blood and a TB test later, we were sent to dinner and bed. Today was more paperwork, ID cards, more medical, etc. The stuff we’ve gone through half a dozen times before. The mood in the company is still good. I can see in the eyes of the “inexperienced†soldiers the apprehension they’re experiencing. I wish I could assure them somehow, but we can only prepare for this adventure in our own way. Each person handles these situations differently, and there isn’t anything anyone else can do to assure them. Hopefully they will see how strong and confident the company is and know that we are experts at watching over each other.
I keep thinking to myself that I haven’t really written much about my feelings or had any surreal observations of my situation…only expected responses. Perhaps I’m not letting myself really get engulfed in the ordeal. Or maybe I’m just not functioning the way I thought I would. Am I truly a deep thinker? Do I always take things at such face value? It’s kind of bothersome, I must admit. Being an artist, I would expect much more from myself. Instead I feel like everything creative in my brain is starting to shut down… already. Perhaps I’m just have a hard time analyzing what’s going on inside of me. Being at the eye of the storm (excuse the over used analogy) is really what it feels like. Perhaps I’ll find a way to step outside of it all and really see the horror, the beauty, the massive amount of energy and life involved here.
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