Here I am, about to stare at 44 years on this great Earth, and it gives me cause to pause and think about everything going on around me; namely the Iraq War, my failing knees, the rocket attack we had last night, and more immediately, the half hour I just spent praying to the porcelain g-d...from what I have no idea. Rarely does one get to experience a good puker like that WITHOUT consuming mass quantities of alcohol, or German Beer, at least. Only I had been drinking Pomegranate Crystal Light, so it looked quite red. Smelled a bit like wine, so I was having flash-backs to the last time my stomach hurt this bad....Only this time I am armed with anti-nausea medicine and Immodium. We shall see. But enough about my insides becoming my outsides.
I would like to make a prediction...Iraq has a government formed within a month. Just a prediction that is not based upon anything. It is amazing how much progress we have been able to make, locally, while Nationally they have almost regressed. It was kind-of the opposite for so many years here. We were making so much progress, nationally, that we did everything for them, locally, so that when we turned things over to them they just kind of stared at us and wondered when we were going to either do it for them, pay for them to watch us do it, or pay for what they were going to do, then move in and fix it by paying some more for it.
As for the Rocket attack here last night...it was loud, it went boom, it was well outside of anything that could have done me any bodily harm, and that was about the end of it. The interpreters that were outside playing dominoes made more noise trying to get under cover when their table came crashing to the ground as they scrambled to get out from under it than the rockets did.
I have to lay off the touch Rugby for a week or two because of the failing knees. It seems like my left knee has gotten jealous of all the attention the right knee was getting for the surgeries, so it has decided to beg for a good scoping. Not much they can do without an MRI, and the closest one (beside Israel) is probably in Germany. I think that I will wait.
Less than an hour to go until I turn 44...still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. Who says I have to grow up, anyway? I still wear pajamas to work, albeit with a pistol and sometimes body armor, but compared to the old "starched" BDUs, the ACU is like wearing pajamas! I may have, however, successfully hidden the fact that tomorrow is my birthday from my entire team. Wish me luck.
I just realized that I missed a good photo op of the Ruby Red stomach contents all over the latrine...oh well, maybe next time?!?