Observations.

Haji Cigarettes go down with a faint aftertaste and distinct burn that I could only associate with a whole new class of carcigens.

I'm still finding sand in some of my gear that's been in a bag since we got here that I know is from last deployment. Fuck sand.

When you give the best advice on women, having to learn all over again not to trust any of them sucks.

I think I found my sense of adventure again. It was hiding in a condemned bunker of all places. (story here, ask me later (and yes this means I will most likely be going on a bad adventure stint when I get home again, I hope it carries me all the way to Antartica.).

Three cups of coffee can't even do for me what one can of Wild Tiger can.

More later. If I don't get lucky and get blown up that is.