I’m back in Iraq for the second half of my tour as a public affairs go-to guy. R&R just flew by. I found myself resentful when the moment I had to walk away from my wife at Atlanta’s airport actually arrived. I didn’t really want to leave. But I volunteered and I follow through on things, as a general rule.
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After seemingly endless plane rides and an artificially induced semi-catatonic state caused by shuffling from one metal box to another, sleeping and eating and sleeping again, I’m back for the back half of my tour of duty. I can’t say I’m excited. The food back home was better. Sleeping in my own bed felt right. Holding my wife was nice. Being home fits me better than being here. But here I am.
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I’ll make the best of it and do the best job that I can.