Funk, and The Day That Never Ends..

Well, here I sit, on a Friday afternoon, off shift, and I am wondering what life is like back in the States. I sit here and wonder what my family is doing at this moment, what I will be doing this time next year, and will I ever wake up from this bad dream. Been back 3 weeks and already the images of the World have started to fade. If I close my eyes, I can see my home, my dogs, my cats, and the SO. So much life has already happened, and I have missed it. Was it worth it? Doubtful. What will I be when I come out of this experience? Who knows. Will I be a stronger person? A resounding yes. Will the people there even care that I have the label of war veteran? No, only those that know me personally.

I refuse to let this experience define who I am. This will always be a part of who I am, but not what I am. Damn, I hate this place.

If you have ever seen the movie Groundhog Day, then that pretty much sums up my life. Every day is the same, little variation. Thats a good thing outside the wire, but inside, I have an inkling what prisoners feel. (if they were allowed to carry guns). So we go on.