The board

So today was the board, I put on my new uniform, put on my new boots. Did some last minute craming, went over the NCO Creed. I was good had a little butter flys in my stomach. So Sergent Duran was representing me he goes in to the board first and talks a little about me and why I should be a Sergent. Im outside the door nervous as fuck, but im jumping around throwing punches like im going in to a boxing match. But man when I knocked on that damn door 3 times I got nervous as fuck. I stroll in there ready to handle bussiness. Bam snap to postion of attention salute the Sergent Major and say my thing and take a seat. Yes I have a problem speaking in front of people, its always been one of my things . I was nervous sweating a little bit, fucked up on a few questions, I missed a few that I knew the anwser for and I couldnt think of them to after I left. But I passed the board with score of 147 out of 150. So soon to be Sergent Bourne here soon, with less then 24 months in the miltary, man its hard being a stud sometimes. Sergent Duran couldnt believe I missed some questions that I knew the anwser to. But I would like to thank him even though he doesnt read this, he been there for me he has had faith in me, he looks out for me. I love that guy. He could write a book on me and I could write one on him. But now that the board is done with I feel alot more at ease with myself.

Someone there for me?

You ever just want someone to talk to about your problems. For 8 months of this deployment I had someone I could call. Talk to them about my problems, look to them for advice, tell them about my day. But that person being my x wife abandon me over 5 months ago. Now I feel like I have nobody to call, I feel like nobody cares what im going through. Yea I call my momma up to let her know im doing good, and remind her that im bullet and IED proof, im jk. But I guess Im just so use to having someone to talk, someone there for me, someone who loved me now its gone. somedays I would just like to call someone tell them all about my problems get it off my chest, vent. But just like that its gone. Im finding this hard to explaine, but im sure you have to know were im coming from.
But in other news we should be leaving the city we are in charge of around the 27 of FEB, which is good I guess. But from there we will move to another base and sit there for around 3 weeks doing nothing. But I would much rather be working, it makes the time go by quicker. Also there is talks about me going to the board to get promoted in the month of March. I was a team leader for most of the deployment, but politics sent down someone higher ranking then me and he replaced me. But Im a much better team leader then he is. But me going to the board if I pass I will be promoted to Sergent. With less then 2 1/2 years in the army, to be promoted that fast is really good. But what can I say im the man, wait im a stud. Not cocky just confident.
So today we had a dismount patrol, the kids asking for football, chocolate, pencil. They just keep asking and asking. The kids that dont ask I usually give them stuff. So im walking down I see this little girl, it breaks my heart the life she goes through, she is standing there and bunch of mother fuckers with guns are walking down her street, not to mention she falls asleeps to gun fire and the sounds of explosions. She will prolly be married at the ago of 15 years old and her life is over. She will be a slave, they have a saying over here for the Iraqi men "woman are for babies, men are for pleasure." I know right. But when I walked by the little girl I gave her my only pen that I had on me. The smile that she had put a smile on my face, as I continued on down the street I turned around and I see her showing the pen to her father. Now she can do her school work. Pens and Pencils are hard to come by over here. This country is a long way off, but it is alot better then what it was when I first got here.