I think when military service is an obligation, and every time you have to report back after they give you a period of rest at home, there is this syndrome that has not yet been categorized by psychologist or anthropologist.
The syndrome includes the overwhelming urge to continue sleeping in your comfortable bed, waking your friend up right about now to plan a backpacking trip overseas, feeling all depressed and emotional because the same old regimentation is here again, using every ounce of determination left to remain positive, makes you want to yell and kill birds all at the same time.
Good morning Stagmont Camp, here I am.
There must be a drug for this kinda syndrome.
I think it is a disease.

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