Hello friends,I guess its hard trying to describe what its like here, the people we are replacing are very happy to be going, in some ways I get caught up in the excitement myself, when they talk about where they are going to go, what they are going to do when they get home. I sometimes think I too am going home, but than I wake out of that daydream and look torward the long road ahead. just tonight, there was a first sergeant who came into the toc, just beaming, he was returning from one of the far away FOBs. (forward operating base) usually there is an air of military demenaur that first sergeants show but you could see he had a huge smile inside. He was soon going to be home, to his wife and two daughters. One of them just turned 13. He said he thought he was prepared to deal with a teenager now after fighting insurgents. but he was very happy and me with less than a week in country, I tried to be happy for him but its like just arriving to prison and your cell mate tells you he just got pardoned. that happiness only goes so far. today is like the first few pages of a 6000 page book. how am i ever going to get through this?
Letters from Iraq #5
Letters from Iraq #5
Letters from Iraq #5
Hello friends,I guess its hard trying to describe what its like here, the people we are replacing are very happy to be going, in some ways I get caught up in the excitement myself, when they talk about where they are going to go, what they are going to do when they get home. I sometimes think I too am going home, but than I wake out of that daydream and look torward the long road ahead. just tonight, there was a first sergeant who came into the toc, just beaming, he was returning from one of the far away FOBs. (forward operating base) usually there is an air of military demenaur that first sergeants show but you could see he had a huge smile inside. He was soon going to be home, to his wife and two daughters. One of them just turned 13. He said he thought he was prepared to deal with a teenager now after fighting insurgents. but he was very happy and me with less than a week in country, I tried to be happy for him but its like just arriving to prison and your cell mate tells you he just got pardoned. that happiness only goes so far. today is like the first few pages of a 6000 page book. how am i ever going to get through this?