I used to look forward to reflecting on what was going on here in Iraq. Really, I did. Now I just count the days until I get to get on a Helicopter to start my long, shower-less journey home. I actually have more time on my hands these days, maybe because I have everything figured out, or maybe it is just because I remain ignorantly bliss that everything is going OK. Who knows, really?
I am getting injured more and more, doing absolutely nothing these days. I have a huge gash in my right index finger at the middle knuckle...from making my bed! I have a piece of wood under the mattress, and took a chunck out of my finger trying to tuck in the blanket. Really? I deploy thousands of miles away, in a war zone, and my my most bloody injury is from making the bed? Then there is my left knee. Everyone remembers my great (or not-so-great) right knee and its multiple surgeries, but this is my left knee. This knee does apparently does not like to walk around on all of the large gravel that we have here to keep from walking on mud when it rains. I can barely walk at times, and then others I can run without any pain at all. Strange. I am sure there is another scoping in my future, anyway, sometime soon.
Not sure if anyone has really gotten into watching Hawaii 5-0, the new version. But I find it pretty good. I have a guy that gets all of the new shows downloaded for me, without those agonizing commercials in there. When you get deployed, and watch any AFN at all, you go through three stages of development. 1st Stage: You kinda like that there are no commercials, and you find the little info breaks refreshing and new, and, amazingly enough, informative! 2nd Stage: You actually start to grow extremely tired of the annoying breaks in the action to have some dufus tell you how you should dress when going over to a friend's house in Germany. Third Stage: You have watched enough TV sent to you from America, with commercials, to really start to get annoyed again...but this time because of all of the restaurant commercials that make you crave real food, especially when they have snuck your food court out in the dead of night! That's right folks, no more Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Subway, Cinabon, Popeyes, and most of all, the Coffee shop.
Not sure if anyone was aware of this, but we are suffering through the great microwave popcorn famine of 2010. Luckily, a few friends have pitched in to send me some provisions to get me through these last weeks without going crazy. It is so good to crunch on popcorn again. I guess it is better than crunching on candy...or chewing, or whatever you people do with your candy. Another thing that I am missing is Gummy Bears. I purposely did not bring any back with me from R&R because the Sather AFB PX had a whole dedicated to nothing but the Golden Bears themselves. BUT, when I got there, they had removed them, and had nothing even gelatin-related in the whole place! And I even turned down a few bags in Leipzig Germany.
I better get going, it is after 2300, and I started this thing at about 2100. Best save some more for later.
Until next time...