Well here you are. Finally something new to read. I guess I owe some sort of explanation to why I have been neglecting the pages of The Alaskan Tarheel for the last few weeks.

    A few weeks ago I found my self writing a response to a Letter of Reprimand (LOR) that I didn't disserve. Now some of you that know me better know that sometimes I say what everyone else is thinking. Usually this doesn't do me an once of good, however I still say what I want. Well I typed up my response and gave it to the guy that gave me the LOR. Never mind that said person is the highest ranking enlisted man in the squadron. I said what I wanted, I felt that I was disrespected with this unjust 'punishment' and I made sure that he knew this, even if I could have said it with a little more respect. Shortly after I turned in my response to the LOR I found my self removed from my cushy 'Desk Sergeant' job, back to my slave labor 'fix the airplanes' job.

    This has its ups and downs. The Up side is that the countdown to getting out of town is going oh so much faster. The down side is I'm working. Weather or not I'll be continuing the slave labor work when I return to Alaska is unknown to me. There are more down sides if this loss is long term. I won't be able to continue the non-military life that I have I have grown so fond of in the past year. It is no secret that I find military life to be rather mind numbing and that I would much rather be doing things with the community, spending time with folks that think about something other than drinking and fornication. Hopefully when I return to Alaska Land things will be much the same with my job and I'll be able to continue all the work that I was doing when I left.

HOLIDAYS

  Tomorrow is my Birthday, August 22nd. I'll be 23 years old. This is the first time I have spent my birthday away from family, friends and those that I love, while I have been enlisted. Normally I find myself spending more important holidays away from the ones that I love, like Christmas. The first three years I was in the military I spent Christmas with people I hardly knew. The first year wasn't that bad, even though I was in Texas in basic training, it was something that we were all going though together. The next year I found my self in Kuwait. Christmas came a month after we had been there. I had been with the unit for about 5 months before we left. I didn't know many of the guys I worked with, I didn't care to know them much more than I did. Christmas wasn't becoming a time for joy. It had become just another day of the week. It had seemed that I was always with people that I didn't know. Each year I was people as miserable as I was. One guy told me of how he hasn't spent Christmas with his family in 4 years. This didn't give me much hope.

    The following year I was driving to Alaska on Thanksgiving Day. I was on the Canada, Alaska border. Having stir fry for dinner, the Jeep got a tank of Premium gas, And I sat and thought about how Holidays were becoming a time of solitude. Layta that year I would see Santa for the first time in three years. He was standing at the base gas station, raising money for the Salvation Army. I just had to stop the car an say hi. Little did I know that for the next four years I would not get away from Christmas or Santa or snow for that matter, as I lived in North Pole, Alaska. The entire town in decorated year round in candy canes. Christmas made a come back the following year. People in the church that I layta joined took me in and brought back the family that I was doing with out. The holidays were making a come back, and that Christmas was the best I had in years.

CATS

    I keep  having this dream. It is a little different each time, yet it always has something to do with aliens. I think it might have something to do with the X-Files marathon that has been running on my DVD player for the last 5 1/2 months at a great expense to me. Anyhow, I have this dream where Cats are really aliens. The look like cats, they act like cats, they are cats, just cats from outer space.

    Aliens freak me out. X-Files was a little scary when why would so the aliens walking around or dead at a crash site at the bottom of the ocean or whatever. So when I'm dreaming I revert back to this childhood fear, and now I'm really skeptical of cats.

    I layta explored the idea of cats from outer space on the phone with a friend of mine. I had thought about it for a little bit and it was adding up. I remembered something about how cats were treated like royalty a long time ago. Like in Egypt or something like that. And then it hit me. The great pyramids, royal cats...oh yeah. Cats were aliens and they built the pyramids, well the told the Egyptians to do it, and they ruled over the Egyptian people with there lovable purr.

    What a better way to be accepted by the human race that as a cute little kitten. And then you can observe people and how they live as you pretend to sleep on the couch. They don't have to worry about food, or anything. People take care of them. Of course I know that some cats get bad homes, but those are the people that get abducted. I have yet to see stories of normal people getting abducted, it is always some stupid redneck that beats the dog, and kicks the cat.

    Still don't believe me, check out a Siamese cat, notice how they think that they are better than you, it is because they are.

COMING SOON

    Well as the counter is getting closer to zero, I'll be getting busier as I will have to help pack up all the equipment for the trip home. The powers that be have realized that moved me back to my real job, fixing planes, puts them in a pickle as the guy that took over at my desk as no idea to idea how to get everything packed and ready to leave. So I get to help with that. I also have to get all of my personal belongings packed in the next week. Anything that I'm gonna seed home with the cargo so that I don't have to carry all of it from plane to plane, which would be next to impossible, has to be ready next weekend. This includes the personal computer that I do these pages with. I hope to get one more article/essay out before I leave this country, but that all depends on a few others.

    Well If I don't get something up in the next month, enjoy the last bit of the summer.

To see the response to my LOR click here Caleb is currently working for the MST (Moral Suppression Team) as a slave to the the military,