Hey, well it is thanksgiving and we have the pleasure of only working an 8 hour shift. It is actually good news, sad that I look forward to working "regular person hours" as my friend put it. What do I have to look forward to you ask? Well that is simple, some overcooked turkey, some undercooked water-y instant mashed potatoes. Not to mention dried up cornbread, and day old pie. You know through it all I wouldnt have any other way. Last christmas I spent drunk, snowed in the barraks in Kentucky, and with like only five people. It sucked but was funny times looking back now. Last New Years I spent flying here, that is right I left the states like at 1630 and when I landed in Ireland it was 0200. Good times, and now it is time for the next round of holidays, today, you know how I will spend it. My b-day is on the 27th and that will be my 21st b-day. Then 2 days after Christmas is when we are supposed to fly out of here and go back stateside, I am praying we are home for New Years, that would be awesome all I want to do is get home to my girl and enjoy the time.
Well, when you tell people that you don't want to re-enlist they throw all sorts of intresting things at you. Lately I have been doing some thinking, the reason that I want to get out in the first place was friends and family, I want my old life back. That is pretty hard to achieve however due to me growing up and not really having a plan. When I go home all I want to do is party it up, this is something that i can achieve on leave, 30 days is a long time. So now that I have realized that what to do. I was talking to one of my buddies here and he told me that it is like I have already walked away from that life when I joined the military and there is no going back, who is to say that my friends would even except me? I dont think that everything will be all peachy like I think, that will wear off after a month. I was offered K9 school, that means that from April to July I will be in Texas learning how to work with dogs, and then it is a piece of cake four years, only six month deployments, and I dont do crap on them. Not to mention when state side I dont have to deal with military bullshit. Sonow I am caught in an intresting predicament, how to tell my friends and family that after I come home in January it is back to Georgia for good. My best friend Dixie is going to be the hardest and maybe she will take it as good as my mom and dad did, they know that if I were to get out, I would go slipping down that old path of fucking around and this way after four years I get tons of experience and I will be 25-26 when I get out and that is plenty young. Well that is it for now, see ya
Today is the first day this has worked
Well I am back, after awhile. Well I am going crazy is the only way to describe how I am feeling. This month is the month of Ramadan (the muslim month of prayer) and that means that for a 12 hour shift all I hear is out of tone, random prayer that drives people nuts. Plus all I keep thinking about is me going home and seeing the people I love, and miss more then anything. It is rough stuff but you know somehow I am making it through. So I have about 2 months left of working and 2 and a half till I can leave Afghanistan, and that is a countdown of the ages. But then I get to go home for 30 days and go back to Georgia and then in April it is home for good, and I cant put into words how happy that makes me, it is such a good thing to know that in like 6 months I will be at home in Sacramento for good, and I wont have to leave anymore. For anybody who is part of the military they know that leaving is the hardest thing ever. Saying goodbye to someone, when something you have wanted for a long time finally happened and then you have to leave the ending up in the air for like 7 months is hard stuff. For me it was a girl, the spark might have lit and then I left. Now seven months later when I go home I get to see what happens, it is a tease and all that has been on my mind for the whole time. It is like a season finale on a show or something. But that time has almost come and my only worry is that I might have too much faith in Love winning out, It is a lost cause sometimes but is worth looking for. Well I have to go get annoyed for the next 12 hours so talk to yall later
Well today is my first day off in awhile, and on top of that I cant even enjoy sleeping in or anything because I might have to worry about getting called into work. So I am tired and stuff but it isnt that bad, at least I am off right? Well I am excited because the countdown has begun to ........ countdown and I am almost on my way home, it is a rough life. The sacrifice is like a million times harder then I thought but I am here and the hard part is over right? Well I have a lot of things on my mind with nightmares and stuff, cant really talk about them but you know they are making me go crazy. This place is bad for the soul, makes you realize a lot and makes you think.
Well they decided to screw us over, as it is we were working a 4 and 1 with 12 hour shifts and now because these fucking National Guards we are going to work a 8 and 1, that is 8 days of 12 hour shifts and 1 day off. Rough stuff, the bad news is that they just keep complaining, these are supposed to be soldiers and they bitch about working in one spot for 12 hours. Well a change of subject is that when I come home I get to beat the shit out of Patrick (my moms ex-fiance and babies daddy). He isnt being a man and living up to his responsibility and as a man who knows that it is my job to beat the crap out of him. He has it coming, and deserves every punch and kick that he will get. I have a lot of anger inside me that I am working on, but it is hard to control. The only person who knows me really well, doesnt even know all the things that have happened here and changed me into the man I am today and made me grow up for the boy that I was when I left. I am going to be 21 and have now realized the important things in life and the fact that once you get something hold onto it because it can be lost quicker then you got it. Thats it for now, Peace
Hugh
