Well CSn, I've completed my training and just returned home from the long exile from the real world that the Army just put me through. It was an experience, to say the least. A lot of great memories, mostly involving the people, a whole lot of shitty memories, and I learned a lot from it. Nothing was hard, but it was a whole lot of suck and a whole lot of bullshit. I am beyond happy to be done with it.
Unfortunately, in the car ride back from the airport I learned that my little dog Ziggy had to be put down just a day ago. I'm not going to lie, I've been having a bit of an emotional breakdown over the last 3 hours. The whole time during training I worried about him, because he was looking sick before I left, and then I got a letter from my brother telling me he had gotten much better. I can't begin to tell you how happy reading that made me, and how it changed my whole experience for the rest of the training. I genuinely thought he was going to be alright, and I wanted so bad to come home and see him again. This is a pretty painful time for me, it really is. I want to post a picture of him, but honestly that's too hard right now.
So, I'm back, and I'll be back on soon, but it's probably going to take another day or two for me to get myself together. I am happy to be back, though.