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Summertime Bues 14, Quill Grey 15: Advice
Author: Kat
Title: Advice
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 14 (Day just like the last.), quill grey 15 (There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. - Flannery O'Connor) with kana's paint-by-numbers (I will not accept failure because I do not want everyone else to be right about me.)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (DONE. No more freaking first person. Well, except for that first person smut I swore would not defeat me. Urgh), brush (drub), feathers (You told me I was like the Dead Sea/You'll never sink when you are with me --from The Dead Sea by The Lumineers). novelty beads
Word Count: 685
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here's a few friendly words of advice.
Warnings: one sexist insult.
Notes: Shipwreck Light asked Danny on the Lint Roller, "If you got to say something to all of the new recruits this year, what would you tell them about joining up if you could be perfectly honest?"
So you want to join the Navy? Here's a few friendly words of advice before you hit up your local recruiter.
1. Don't get excited and assume you're gonna jump right into battle and save the world. You won't. You know what they say about war being weeks of boredom with moments of terror? Yeah, the Navy is more like months of boredom with moments of "hey we shot something that exploded kinda nifty on a screen!" And I was in combat, okay. If you join the Navy in peacetime, shit gets even more boring. Every day's gonna seem the same. Don't expect anything else.
2. The days that seem the same? They're going to be full of long, hard, exhausting, boring work. You're gonna do a lot of chores; engineering work, KP, making beds, scrubbing the deck or (if you really piss someone off) the toilets. You think they got rid of that when they invented robots? Yeah, no. What would the military do with mouthy recruits without toilets to scrub? Get used to it. You're gonna be doing all the scut work, and you're gonna have to thank your CPO for it.
3. If you don't like water, abort now. if you don't like swimming, abort now. If you get seasick, abort now. If you think you might someday get seasick, abort now. Trust me on this. You're better off in the Army.
4. You are the low man on the totem pole and you will be treated as such. Don't know what I mean? Watch any Army movie. They do the same thing in the Navy, they just use slightly different cusswords. Your superior officers are gonna scream at you, call you names, insult you, push you, scream in your face and spit on you. They probably won't actually assault you but that is the result of years of sensitivity training. And these won't be nice insults either. They are not politically correct in the armed forces. They aren't even basically decent. Brace for it.
I mean, they're not trying to be nice to you in the Navy. They are not trying to be good people. They are trying to teach you how to fight for your country, and how not to die or be horribly maimed while you do it. Whatever they gotta do to make that happen, they will. Be ready.
5. The Navy is good for you. No, really.
See, look at it like this. When I joined the Navy I was a snot-nosed twenty-year-old idiot angry at the world and everyone in it. I started fights, I did drugs, I fucked random men, I did everything possible to forget about my shitty family and shitty upbringing and shitty hometown. I was not in a good place, and I was not a good person. Boot camp was not fun. I spent my first six months on board scrubbing out toilets.
And you know what? It made me better.
Really. All those shitty chores, all those fucking insults, every time a superior screamed that I was a pussy and deck ape, it made me better. I got stronger. I got smarter. I made myself be better than they saw me. I made myself be better than I saw me.
The Navy isn't for everyone. I know a couple kids who would just die, and a couple more who would get kicked out two days in. But for kids like me, angry idiots who just wanna punch something, the Navy's perfect. It gives you an enemy. It gives you a family. It gives you structure and discipline and a way to challenge yourself, people you actually wanna impress, people you wanna make proud, or just show up. People who will push you until you get your ass in gear.
I went into the Navy a little pissant with a chip on my shoulder. I came out proud of myself, with faith in myself. They gave me that. For that pride, that faith, the Navy's worth it every time.
6. I wasn't kidding about the seasick thing. Don't even waste our time.
Title: Advice
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Summertime blues 14 (Day just like the last.), quill grey 15 (There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. - Flannery O'Connor) with kana's paint-by-numbers (I will not accept failure because I do not want everyone else to be right about me.)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (DONE. No more freaking first person. Well, except for that first person smut I swore would not defeat me. Urgh), brush (drub), feathers (You told me I was like the Dead Sea/You'll never sink when you are with me --from The Dead Sea by The Lumineers). novelty beads
Word Count: 685
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here's a few friendly words of advice.
Warnings: one sexist insult.
Notes: Shipwreck Light asked Danny on the Lint Roller, "If you got to say something to all of the new recruits this year, what would you tell them about joining up if you could be perfectly honest?"
So you want to join the Navy? Here's a few friendly words of advice before you hit up your local recruiter.
1. Don't get excited and assume you're gonna jump right into battle and save the world. You won't. You know what they say about war being weeks of boredom with moments of terror? Yeah, the Navy is more like months of boredom with moments of "hey we shot something that exploded kinda nifty on a screen!" And I was in combat, okay. If you join the Navy in peacetime, shit gets even more boring. Every day's gonna seem the same. Don't expect anything else.
2. The days that seem the same? They're going to be full of long, hard, exhausting, boring work. You're gonna do a lot of chores; engineering work, KP, making beds, scrubbing the deck or (if you really piss someone off) the toilets. You think they got rid of that when they invented robots? Yeah, no. What would the military do with mouthy recruits without toilets to scrub? Get used to it. You're gonna be doing all the scut work, and you're gonna have to thank your CPO for it.
3. If you don't like water, abort now. if you don't like swimming, abort now. If you get seasick, abort now. If you think you might someday get seasick, abort now. Trust me on this. You're better off in the Army.
4. You are the low man on the totem pole and you will be treated as such. Don't know what I mean? Watch any Army movie. They do the same thing in the Navy, they just use slightly different cusswords. Your superior officers are gonna scream at you, call you names, insult you, push you, scream in your face and spit on you. They probably won't actually assault you but that is the result of years of sensitivity training. And these won't be nice insults either. They are not politically correct in the armed forces. They aren't even basically decent. Brace for it.
I mean, they're not trying to be nice to you in the Navy. They are not trying to be good people. They are trying to teach you how to fight for your country, and how not to die or be horribly maimed while you do it. Whatever they gotta do to make that happen, they will. Be ready.
5. The Navy is good for you. No, really.
See, look at it like this. When I joined the Navy I was a snot-nosed twenty-year-old idiot angry at the world and everyone in it. I started fights, I did drugs, I fucked random men, I did everything possible to forget about my shitty family and shitty upbringing and shitty hometown. I was not in a good place, and I was not a good person. Boot camp was not fun. I spent my first six months on board scrubbing out toilets.
And you know what? It made me better.
Really. All those shitty chores, all those fucking insults, every time a superior screamed that I was a pussy and deck ape, it made me better. I got stronger. I got smarter. I made myself be better than they saw me. I made myself be better than I saw me.
The Navy isn't for everyone. I know a couple kids who would just die, and a couple more who would get kicked out two days in. But for kids like me, angry idiots who just wanna punch something, the Navy's perfect. It gives you an enemy. It gives you a family. It gives you structure and discipline and a way to challenge yourself, people you actually wanna impress, people you wanna make proud, or just show up. People who will push you until you get your ass in gear.
I went into the Navy a little pissant with a chip on my shoulder. I came out proud of myself, with faith in myself. They gave me that. For that pride, that faith, the Navy's worth it every time.
6. I wasn't kidding about the seasick thing. Don't even waste our time.