Dirty Rotten Bastards...

Thats what I feel like saying, but in reality, I can't really complain to loudly. You see, I was supposed to start my trip home today, but being the day that it is, and what has happened recently, it has been postponed, so I am forced to wait a while longer. I can see why they did it, but the anxiety is still going to be there, and at this point, I just want to get home. One of the things that I have learned here is patience. There was a point in time that I was the most patient person on earth, but as I got older, for some reason I became very impatient, it was a skill that I had to relearn. Well, I relearned it. So I will sit here, and wait, and wait, until I get word when it is I am leaving, I just wish that they had told me this with more notice than 2 hours before I was supposed to leave, but what can you do? This is the Army after all. Enjoy America, and remember the reason that people like me are over in places like this.

Almost Home..

Yup, by this time next week, I will breathing the sweet fresh air of Southern California. Hey, you think that the air in LA is bad, then try breathing this shit in Kabul, where 40-45% of the pollution is fecal matter, its like living in Mexico City, I'll take smog over shit any day of the week. Anyways, the trip will be long and won't go fast enough, but after only spending 8 days in my own house in the last 9 months, 2 weeks will be heaven. It truly takes being in a 3rd world shithole to appreciate what you have left. Abject poverty is no fun, neither are the explosions, gunfire, hostile locals, and myriad of other wonderful individuals that inhabit this planet they call Afghanistan. The SO's sister is marrying her boyfriend of 14-15 years this month, and they are expecting their first child, so all is not lost in the world. Can't wait to go home, just bursting at the seems to get the hell outta here.