The End of an Era...Job--Job--Just Job (Radley Gets Deep)

[Radley, B. G.]

It must be said: The Navy and I are no longer compatible. We're going in different directions. I see a future and the Navy isn't in that future. Awesome.

It's time for things to change.

My wife and I and our numerous pets are looking at moving back to New Orleans from God awful Bremerton, WA. May it burn in nuclear fire. I don't think I told you that we moved up here. No one comes here, anymore. We've been stuck in this shit stain of a town since last December. Long story short, I was in a warehouse this entire time, hoping never to be spotted living the Navy life. And here I am, having done so.

I shove off to the "real world" of college. Then, with a bachelors in Nursing, I'll be working an ICU. And if I survive the experience, I'll be moving to Baton Rogue for my masters. GI Bill, don't fail me now. I think back on the last four years and realize that you people--those who are here and not here--you people have been with me since I was a junior in high school. You have been in my life 8 years. Congrats. And I want to thank you, all of you.

This is Radley Gets Deep. Thanks for reading.

[Kellser, M.R.]

Good on you for getting things going. I'm only just now able to get my own college machinations working, so hopefully I can catch up. Also:

No one comes here, anymore.

Congratulations on surviving Ravenholm.

[Radley, B. G.]

"Thank you, kindly, sir," said the free, ex-sailor.

[Redds, J. H.]

That's quite a change of plans. Seriously, though, best of luck to you, dude. Here's hoping the GI bill doesn't fail you.

Anything in particular that changed your mind? Last I heard you'd decided on diving or underwater basketry or something.

[Radley, B. G.]

I got fucked out of the basketry. Medical (the lab in particular) took too long to get certain blood tests back to me. Twice. When I had to redo the medical portion a third time, I threw my hands up and said, "Fuck this." But, thanks man. Much appreciated.