Hey, I got an e-mail from Pamela Anderson today. Do you think she really sent it to me? Apparently, she's offering me some online viagra. That's so nice of her.

Went to see "Blackhawk Down" today. It was good in some ways, problematic in other ways. A discussion for another time and another place. One thing that was good about the movie is that it made me realize how thankful I am that I never had to be in the military and fight in a war. There is no way in hell I would of made it. I would suck as a soldier.

I am pretty sure that if I was a soldier and had to fight I'd never make it out alive. Not with my luck. I'd be nothing but cannon fodder. I'd be like the poor bastards during the D-Day invasion who got shot before they even made it off the boat. I'd be the one whose gun jammed at the worst possible moment and cause my entire company to be ambushed. I'd be the one who'd be so busy having a discussion why Bud Selig could be the dumbest man on the face of the planet that I'd step right on a land mine and get my leg blown off. Or I'd be the one who couldn't understand the detailed plans well engouh and get lost only to have to have a chopper come and rescue me.

Nope. There's no way in hell I'd make it in battle. Hell, I don't even think I'd be able to make it through basic training, what with that having to constantly get up early or having to do all that physical training. And it's not my fault necessarily. I'm just made that way. That's what my Briggs-Meyer test says, that I'm not good following instructions or being in environments rife with conformity and strict rules. It's what the employment counselor told me too when I went to get help figuring out what I should do with my life. I need an unstructured, creative environments to thrive and the army ain't exactly unstructured or creative.

In a way, it shows why it's not a great idea to have a national draft for the army. If we had a draft I'm sure the military would be find plenty of people who'd be great for them, people who under normal circumstances wouldn't join the military but would be forced into joining. Which would be a good thing. But it also keeps people like me out. In fact, by not joining the military, I'm, in my way, being patriotic. Because I know I'd suck as a soldier, I'm not going to bring the military down by joining. My not serving is one of the best things that I could do for my country.

Uncle Sam doesn't want me.

By the way, I will say this for the movie. There's a scene where one of the soldiers calls home right before the going off to battle just to tell his wife that he loves her. She just misses his phone call by a couple of seconds. As soon as the scene ended, my friend and I just turned to each other and both said "he's toast. He is so dead." Suprisingly, he died (or at least I think he did- it's hard to tell in the movie).

Which made us think that if we were about to go into battle, we'd never call home right before just to say we loved someone. Or we'd never be in the middle of trying to tell someone something back home. Bad luck. Everytime that happens in the movie, they die. Not worth the risk.