A Rude Awakening

Imagine: You're laying comfortably in your bed, snuggled deeply into your pillow and blanket. Perhaps you're asleep in the fetal position, drooling heavily from the bottle of Jack you downed the night prior. The sun has yet to bring the Earth into its warm embrace, birds have yet to whistle their cheerful tunes, the night sky serene and peaceful. You may be dreaming of winning the lottery, maybe the thrill of that game winning touchdown, or even of the attractions of an old crush. Its as if everything in this moment is absolutely perfect. Then that wretched sound tears away the fabric of serenity and you open your eyes to the horrors of reality. You are an 0311 in the USMC during peace time.