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I'm cursed with no fewer than three obsessions. One, the dream of being a writer. Two, a desire to enjoy life without kids, to party and travel with my wife. Three, to put an Army uniform back on.

In reality there is no reason not to do all three, considering I want to enlist in the Guard, which, barring activation, would take only a little of my time. I like my free time, and would enjoy indulging in a party lifestyle.

But, world events, my sense of patriotism and the nearly weekly dreams of being back in uniform tell me not to ignore this call. Yes, Iraq is looking better, despite what you hear from fucknozzles in Washington. Read Michael Yon and Michael Totten. The reality though, is that while Iraq is slowly stabilizing, Iran and other places are increasingly dangerous. So, while on the surface it may look like I missed my shot to help the war effort, I believe I can join my brother in the fight. He's a story for another time.

I don't think I'd like myself mch if I didn't give it my full effort. If I blow out a knee or something, so be it. It's much better than thinking about eventually getting around to doing it. I'm old. The window is closing.

Right now, I can pass the pushup portion of the PT test. I'm close with the situps. The run will take some time. I was always a good runner in the past, but I'm a wee bit more beefy. I'll keep you posted on my progress.

(Update, 2 minutes later) Curse my feeble brain. I've already talked about this. But now I've gotten the green light from my bride to proceed. I' been waiting for Son #2 to graduate. She knows, though, that I am not going to shut up about it, so she gave me her blessing. She rocks.

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