I just had at least a dozen simultaneous aneurisms while watching the repeat of last night's Colbert Report.  Stephen's in Iraq this week, performing for the troops, and before he shipped out, he went to Ft. Jackson for a BCT skit.  And they just played it, and I damn near lost it.  

He started at reception.  At goddamn miserable concrete reception, where I'd begun to second-guess my life decisions 2 hours after arriving, despite the fact I'm an Army brat who wanted to return home to the world where I felt the most comfortable.  I knew better than most what I was getting myself into, and reception is designed to be so damn awful that even I was succumbing to the sheer hell of it in a fairly short period of time.  And that's where Colbert started out, right in front of the very same building where I and my company had been herded and sorted and screamed at for hours on end.  And then they had shots from the Fit to Win Endurance Course (which happens to be the course where I fell and re-fractured my spine) and Victory Tower.  Fuck, I was there, I was on those courses, I was at that reception unit.  It's just so weird to see it on TV as part of a skit.  And they smoked him, they fucking smoked him, and I screamed when he did the scissor kicks, and so did the majority of the military audience at the auditorium in Iraq. 

Yeah, I'm feeling a little nostalgic and sentimental right now.  It's been a while since I've seen any pics or shots of Jackson.  And yet there he was, on the very courses which I myself had run, not so long ago.  Damn.