Finally back in the middle east again... this place still smells bad, but at least I'm not being mortared hourly. Though seriously... this place is so safe I want to puke. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it. The rumor is we're coming home early... I can only hope. I'm like a damn anacronism here. I relate my position to one of the tamed cowboys that used to be found in a late 1800s wild west show. This place is a combat zone amusement park and I'm the aging gunslinger brought out every afternoon at 3pm sharp for everyone's amusement. Maybe something exciting will happen, though my only reader probably wouldn't appreciate that. Eh.... whatever... I hardly hear from her anyways... I think I'll find a new hobby... Maybe I'll take to chewing out SNCOs.
Anyways kids, I'm here. Hopo to hear from you soon, and often.
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