Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Or so the song goes, here I sit at a terminal at an Airbase in Iraq awaiting that magical flight to Kuwait…then more waiting, and then the magical flight home…no guarantees on the date, the Army doesn’t give itineraries, they don’t plan re-deployments apparently, ha ha. “Hurry Up And Wait”, that should be the motto not “Army Strong”.
It’s all so surreal, I don’t think it’ll hit me that I’m leaving this place till I’ve set foot on American soil. Sure, no more patrols, no more milvan details, no more “[Insert Name Here] Base this is Red 6 Romeo” none of that; but I’m still in Iraq, still here amidst the dust and the rising temperatures. Still on deployment but not working, this is Limbo. My friend Suspect referred to this tour as Purgatory, I disagree…this right here is the Purgatory. Endless waiting for a chance at heaven.
Oh well, they can trap me here past the 1st of June…I’ll get mine. Combat Pay and the extra grand for being in a combat zone for the month of June.
Stay motivated.