Well, what can I say? It's Sunday, 8 May at about 12:30 PM Kuwait time. I have been in country for 38 weeks yesterdays. That is 267 days. 92 left to go. Dang. It's amazing how time would seem to drag on, but then when you look at it, it has flown by. I've seen a lot of good people leave here and head off to bigger and better things, a few who were just ending their time in the Army, and ran into some I never thought I would ever see again.
I've ran into my Recruiter, a guy I shipped out to basic with, I guy from Basic, one of my Drill Sergeants from AIT, a couple of guys from AIT, my First Sergeant from my first duty station, people from Okinawa, and then lots from Ft Meade. I guess what they always told us coming up in the Army, the Army is it's own small little world.
I've missed a lot while I've been here. I have missed 3 birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, the last day of school, cuts, scratches, bruises, bumps, bites, fights, hurt feelings, the first time that a family pet dies, and so much more.
There's a few things I wish I could have missed. The leaving, the dust storms, this heat (today it is 105 with a dust storm, but let me put it this way, there is a BIGGGG difference between 110 and 115.) I wish I could have missed the guilt trips, some of the drama from life, and all of that. I wouldn't change much though. Just a few things, but hey, it's life. I have no real regrets yet. I feel remorse, but I do not regret my life.
Well, I'm off to see if I can find some lunch, and I can't remember what time the mail room opens today, so I'm going to go check it out as well.
Ya'll have a good day.
