What a bummer.

Effort after effort, and by our sweat we practive very day and every night. But alas, Charlie Coy failed to grasp that winning trophy.

Evidently Alpha Coy seemed to be the better company, better competition.

Anyways, that sunday we had an early book in at about four in the evening. My god the heat was unbearable. We had our MickeyD's for dinner then we had to get ready for the competition. Uniform needed to be starched and pressed on, and boots to be polished.





Whilst it easy to escape from work and school, NS keeps a toll on relationship. I'm not saying that National Service screw us up. Its just that we hardly have time for ourselves, better off doing our 'pump'-session.

So then how d'you expect me to keep you updated on time?

It aint my fault, asshole.