Chapter 1: Happy Things
#01 - Snow
I do it every time the calendar falls on Christmas here at Red base. Grif and Simmons think I’m crazy for doing it every year and Sarge threatened to court-martial me if I did it one more time. I can forgive them for lacking the proper spirit. Southerners, all three of them, from Hawaii, Nevada, and Texas respectively. They don’t really get it. But I grew up with several inches of crisp Iowa snow falling every Christmas morning. Sure, a kitchen filled with finely chipped ice cubes isn’t the same as real snow but I’ve learned to make due. Besides, who else in this canyon can say that they’ve nailed Sarge in the face with a snowball sneak attack?
#32 - Rice
Rice is our most plentiful food source here at Blood Gulch Outpost #1. We eat it five or six days out of the week. Rice also happens to be one of the most versatile foods in existence. There’s almost nothing you can’t do with rice given the proper ingredients... and there lies the problem. There are very few proper ingredients lying around this particular base. But as the unofficial chef, I make due. While the eggs lasted we had fried rice, rice scrambled eggs, and rice omelets. Now that the eggs have run out I have to use more creative mixtures. Oreos over steamed rice is a favorite with Grif. The mushrooms that constantly grow around our shadowed base can be used to make rice stuffed mushroom poppers, which are Simmons’ personal favorite food of choice. Even Strawberry Yoo-hoo works well to make an interesting rice pudding that Sarge seems to find little to complain about.
#37 - Library
Military libraries are good for two very different things: reading and dark reclusive corners to make out in. I happen to be a big fan of both pastimes. It’s not often that I find myself a man who is willing to risk being caught in public with his tongue in another guy’s mouth. It’s even rarer to find myself a man who will come with me to a library for BOTH of its purposes. Reading seems to be a dying pastime now-a-days. That is, with the exception of myself and the scrumptious Latino stud muffin whose lap I’m sitting in at the moment enjoying The Scarlet Letter with. I’m soaking it all up today because in three days I have orders to ship out to an off world base to take up a front line position for the first time.