Well, the week passed without much fanfare.

Friday night, here at Cp. Hovey, is Wing Night at the Iron Triangle Club on post, social gathering for the Medics of HHT 4/7. The wings aren’t bad, they’re cheap, bheer is limited to Miller Lite (draft), and it was a good measure of being accepted into the platoon by my attendence. Of course, I had to endure some good-natured ribbing about my age (yup, I’m the oldest guy in the platoon… older even than the platoon sergeant), but I dealt it right back with aplomb, and honestly, they’re not a bad crew to be stuck with. Good thing about medics – they tend to make smarter conversation than the average line grunt.

Aside from that, I’m getting saddled with a new roommate… guy’s been here in Korea for a while, but seems to have an addicition to WorldOfWarcrack. Friday morning, he missed PT formation, was reported ‘out-of-ranks’, and they found him crashed-out in his barracks room, victim of his own foolishness. He’d been playing online until 03:00, and had exhausted himself. Idjiit.

So, today he’s moving all his stuff down the hall, joining me in my room, at the direction of the Troop 1st Sergeant, who expect me to act as a stabilizer/babysitter for the guy (or at least to make sure he wakes up on-time). We’ll see how well this works out…