On August 15th I was told by my platoon sergeant not to buy tickets home for Christmas. We might be on standby for deployment which means we can leave at any time to go somewhere. I was already planning my days for when I got home. I was excited for winter because that simply meant I was almost home. As far as I know I might come home and I might not. But that’s just a part of the job. And these tough guys out in Iraq really don’t want me to go home apparently. Buncha jerks.
We’ve been working hard here. A lot of early mornings and a lot of late nights. It gets cold. And it rains when it’s cold. When we stay out overnight we have to wake up to “pull security” for an hour in the middle of the night. Sometimes two hours. And it is the most miserable thing imaginable. But even at 2 a.m in the morning pulling security in the rain all alone I think to myself that every miserable day of training and every miserable day out in the field I think it’s just one day closer to home. And that’s what it’s all about. I don’t work for the weekend here. I work for that flight home. I always daydream about the moment I see everyone. And it is going to be one of those times I think about for the rest of my life. The summer is gone and now winter is on the way. And pretty soon I’ll be back again to stay.