Pensacola Sept. 2004

So here I am in Pensacola. Still. I was able to get out in town for just under two hours this evening. Haven’t had access to the Internet in almost two weeks and I still had no luck this evening. This Pensacola place is unlike anywhere I’ve been to recently. More of a large, spread out town than a city. It has a few components of a city. It has old buildings. Some historical stuff downtown. At any rate, I couldn’t find any Internet connectivity out in town. A friend and fellow classmate of mine was kind enough to invite me to leave the base with him, otherwise I would haven’t been able to get very far if anywhere. With less than one hour left until we had to be on base we stopped off at one of the local watering holes, Brews Brothers. A quaint looking establishment, with more beers on tap than pages in the bible. About six of our classmates were already there and well on their way to getting trashed. They were finishing a pitcher as we stepped up to the bar. A beer seemed mighty nice, but I had a fine martini on my mind. I requested a Ketel One martini. They didn’t stock Ketel (sp) One, so I ended up settling for Level One (what is with the “one”) Martini, served up and dirty. The young lady bartender ended up making the martini a little dirtier than I would have liked. I drank the whole think rather quickly and then participated in some shots before we had to get on the road and head back to base. It was good to see some of my classmates outside of the Officer Candidate School environment. It also good to see some of them a little tipsy. I would have liked to spend more time hanging out with them, but time just doesn’t allow that sometimes.

I find myself missing Tissha immensely. Anytime I am not actively involved with something. I find my mind wandering towards her. She is always on my mind, which is good most of the time. I found myself thinking about her while I was showering. There is absolutely no privacy in the shower and I almost couldn’t contain my manhood (you know what I mean). I can’t wait until I can get my arms around her next weekend. I will wrap my arms around her and inhale deeply taking in her lovely scent (provided she just didn’t get done smoking a cigarette). Speaking of cigarettes, I just ruined the moment.. I really wish that she would stop smoking. Tissha has truly been an angel for me as I proceeded through this training. She sent me countless love letters, letting me know that she was there for me, thinking about me, missing me. They made me laugh, smile, and cry. God I can’t wait to make love to her. Ok, ok, ok.. enough of the mushy stuff..

Tomorrow is Sunday, the beginning of my last week at OCS. The days just keep getting longer. I know that I can’t wait to get out of here and get away from some of my classmates however; I know that I will remember and miss most of them. We have spent just about 12 weeks together, closer together than other classes have experienced. We have had our living quarters together as a class for the whole time. Normally, a class gets split up around their 9^th-10^th week of training. Our class hasn’t experienced that. In fact, we have experienced the exact opposite with the occurrence of hurricane Ivan. We’ve had to stay in close quarters (no privacy) at Corry Station. Sprawled out on classroom floors with nothing more than blankets distinguishing one living area to another. 2200.. time for bed (the rack), goodnight.