Ahh, Easter. The time of year when children hunt for painted eggs on the dirty ground and Catholics everywhere feel guilted into attending their annual church outing. I don’t really have anything profound to add here, but the moral of this story is that you should never trust Marines to paint or draw on anything.
I always wondered what it’s like to be a military brat. My family was largely non-military, so I never had the experience of growing up on a base and shifting around all over the country on a whim as a child. I imagine it’s not an ideal childhood, but then again, I don’t think anyone actually has that.
Regardless of your upbringing, you should enjoy yourself this weekend. Remember, if you drink enough on Saturday night, the easter egg hunts are a lot more fun when you’re still drunk.
Lastly, this is obvious, but if you found yourself in the Air Force and really excited about my recent announcement that I was going to be changing Terminal Lance over to “Terminal Airman,” you’re going to be sorely disappointed. April 1st is a day of pranks, and every year I try to do something fun. However, hell hasn’t frozen over yet, so don’t expect me to draw Air Force cartoons any time soon.