Pickin' Em Up, Puttin Em Down

I gave this entry something that came to me while I sat here trying to think up a title.  The brain is a funny thing, it reminds me of a computer that has been wired wrong.  Maybe it is just my brain that functions that way.  I can be anywhere at any given time and a thought will pop up from nowhere or a memory.  Aint that weird?  I had this thought just come sliding in to home of the time when I was in the Army and was on a forced march.  If I remember correctly they were all forced.  I wonder what the other kind of marches they had?  Anyways I was about give out and the Sarge yelled pick em up put em down!!!!  I wonder if he meant me.  I just remember the heat and sweat and being bone tired.  It was just a hell of a way to make a livin' I tell you!!  It may be just the fact of getting older or maybe the PTSD I suffer  from that makes me always most of the time think about the Army.  I don't know.  I miss my friends.  I feel like the ones still alive are passing away more and more.  I miss em that's all.