I just got back from my DDing for the night. You know everything goes well when everyone is sober. But, somewhere between 11pm and 1 am things get a little fuzzy and rules start to change.
This was my birthday present to my friend, who I won't say the age because she would hit me for it. Everything turned out well, she and our friends got "plastered" silly and didn't have to worry about JPs(Japanese Police) or the MPs (Military Police).
I am going to bed and I don't feel like waking up until the cows all come home.
A bad boy yet a good man Strong inside and out With a gentle heart and hand Too easy it is to fall for him And see your future in his eyes Not worrying then of times to come Not thinking of goodbyes So there you stand with dogtags on Worn close around your neck Waving goodbye to him and praying For the day that bus comes back Then its lonely nights in bed Waiting for the phone to ring Dreaming of the times you've had Remembering everything You wait for letters sent by him And cherish every word he writes Reading them each over again To help get through the lonesome nights You wake up to midnight phone calls To hear how he has been And say "I love you" enough times to last Until you talk to him again You do your best to tough it out Without a shoulder on which to lean Smiling while thinking of how it feels To fall in love with your Marine!