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Thanks for the ping.

All's well so far. Been in theater nearly a year...only about 6 more months to go. Got to admit that 7-12's are wearing me out, I'm tired. Tired of brown. Tired of dirt. Tired of needing guntrucks to go anywhere. Tired of a 30 mile trip taking 3-7 days due to convoy scheduling. Tired of sleeping in rodent infested tents, and metal containers that make a redneck singlewide seem luxurious and spacious. Tired of portajohns and needing to carry TP in my pocket all the time 'just in case'. Tired of no supplies. Tired of third world labor and third world goods. Tired of 35 lbs of body armor whenever going out the gate. Tired of IED's, mortars, small arms fire, and being suspicious of everyone who's not obviously American.

But when that direct deposit hits tomorrow, I'll be a happy camper again. (cha-CHING!)

Can you tell that I've not had a beer in a long, long time? Or that I need my R&R is a very very bad way?

I've met hundreds of great men and women in uniform. The best. Christmas with the 82nd. Convoys with the Razorbacks and their 5 ton gun trucks. Interactions with troops from the 10th, 101st, 3ACR, 4ID, SEALs, USMC, SeaBees, Aussies, Brits, Croats, Azjerbijanis, Georgians, Canadians, Ghurkas, and more. Officers, enlisteds, and NCO's.

Bangladeshis, Indians, Fillipinos, Iraqis, Turks, Jordanians, Syrians, South Africans, and many others.

Had some close calls and some interesting flights.

Seen mysterious men that come in from the shadows and leave out on choppers, then return and go back to the shadows.

And in the mean time, I miss the hell out of a decent pizza, an Uncle Henry's breakfast, Arturos Fuentes Dominican cigars, and Jameson Irish Whisky.

And a special someone back home.

Hey, you asked!