Saying Goodbye..
There are certain people here that have seemed to bond here, as one would imagine. This is different. The base that I am on is very small, maybe 800 people at most, mostly senior ranking officers and senior enlisted, and very much like a small town. There are very few of us that don't fit that bill. There are elements here, between my unit, the medics at the clinic, the PSD(Personal Security Details), and some other odds and ends that become good friends. The medics are leaving. The time for us to start rotating back has arrived. Its them first, then the PSD people, then finally us. This is a group of Soldiers, Active and Guard, from California to Indiana to Germany, MP's, medics, FP's(Force Protection), and a couple of others that have managed to belong. As I watch these people leave, I am happy that they get to go home, but also saddened at the same time, its very difficult to explain. They lost one of their own this trip, and luckily no one else, as medics have one of the roughest jobs in the Army. They go back to Fort Drum, and I said goodbye tonight. I will remember them always, and attempt to stay in touch, but as with all things, intentions are there, but life happens.
