Halo fans will recognize this as the Master Chief's infamous line from the Halo 2 commercials we've seen all over television. But what even that Halo 2 fans don't know is that in about six months, that will be me. Ok, minus the cool armor, and the gravely voice... and that whole part about saving the world. Give me about 14 years (assuming I actually don't
save the world between now and then), and I, too, will be a Master Chief. But I won't be saying I need a weapon. I'll be able to choose from the entire arsenal of the Navy.
That's right, my days of slacking off and doing nothing are almost at an end. Yesterday I went over to Klamath Falls, Oregon, to get some of the objectives on my DEP task list signed off. I'm about halfway there so far. Once that happens, I'm guaranteed the rank of E2 as I go through bootcamp, with promotion to E3 upon graduation, because of my two years of college credit. Only 6 more ranks to go before I hit that Master Chief mark. Maybe by then they'll have the cool armor for me. And yes, if the world doesn't need saving before
then, it probably will by
Besides my Navy stuff, I've been a complete slacker in everything else. I'm not even writing as much as I should, and that includes this blog. I have been playing plenty of video games though, among them Halo, Morrowind, and the newly discovered Joan of Arc, which I got at a steal for $6.99. The game is a little lacking in some of the finer details, but when you combine RPG, RTS, and FPC (first-person combat) all in one game, include a fairly accurate historical background, and get to play as a hot warrior chick in cool armor with a sword that there is no way she could wield in real life... you tend to forget those finer details. Just make sure you turn off the annoying dynamic grass.
However, cool video games aside, I'm starting to feel the pressure of time running out. Seems like that's how I've been living my life for the last five years. Uh-oh, one month until we move back to the States from Argentina. Ooops, only one week left until school starts again. Man, I've got twenty different crates of canned food to move, and only one hour left before the stupid store closes! Yikes, my plane leaves in one day for Texas... why the heck isn't my computer packed yet! And now, it's two months to go until I ship off for the Navy. And then the time starts running out again. "You've got two miles left to run, Sailor, and only one minute to do it in! Move, move, move!"
Oh yeah... I am so
looking forward to it.
Until next time, this is Seaman Recruit Durkin signing off.