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