July 15th

Well, here I am…pen in hand…ready to write. I can’t believe I am doing this. I want to kill Psych-Out. Journal my ass!

Oh that’s right, Alison…now you are swearing on paper. Your mother is going to be thrilled.

Anyhow…our resident shrink thinks that all of us need to get more in touch with our inner selves. Apparently this means putting our ‘feelings’ down on paper every night. Yeah, right…like that is going to go over well with someone like Beachhead. I can see it now…

July 15th - Killed someone, made Jaye’s life a living hell.

July 16th - Kicked Jaye’s butt on the obstacle course, shot two cobra agents…

July 17th - Took monthly shower.

July 18th - Killed someone.

Oh…and Flint…there’s one who is just DYING to talk about FEELINGS…

No…I’m not going there…

We are soldiers…we aren’t supposed to feel. Just do what we are told and try not to get killed in the process. I can’t tell you how much I hate all this psycho-babble. As far as I am concerned this is going to be an exercise in futility. If I need to vent I look no further than the door across the room. Scarlett might be harsh but she listens…well, she used to. Now she is off on secret missions with Snake Eyes most of the time…

Not that I am complaining. That of course means I have the whole place to myself…

All by myself…

Alone…

Ok..enough of that. I am not going to feel sorry for myself. This is the first night I have had off in three weeks. I am going to make the most of it. No COBRA, no Hawk screaming orders in my ears, no one trying to kill me…

I wonder what’s on TV?

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