Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
As I grow tired with the wait, I head toward the flight deck with bad odds and a dust storm just waiting to be born. The time here in Iraq has been a long one and yet even though the light of the end of the tunnel is near I still grow tired with the flight schedual that the military has. It requires patience and it requires a lot of luck. Luckyly I found myself stuck sleeping on wooden logs with the light in the room shining bright on me. The light beams in my head so I can't sleep as I wait for hours on end trying to get my place back home.
I'm number 24 on the list as the Marines have priority to go home than me. I started my journey at 10 pm and I lay awake till I saw the sun came up. I couldn't find myself to sleep because if there was a chance to hop on a bird I was going to take it. The Marines left and I was lucky enough for the weather to clear a little as I took my flight to Ala Sad. In arabic it means the Lion. As I finally headed here I found peace with the better base and one step closer to Kuwait. Even if I don't find a flight I can get a chance to home, away from work and away from all the bull shit. Its just a matter of time until I get out of here and thats where luck plays along.
I arrive just in time to find a flight to Kuwait in a couple of hours, enough time to get some food in my stomach, enough time to get something to eat, and enough time to reflect on the time here. I grow tired from each minunte and I'm just tired of this country. Maybe theres hope in California. Like the good old days of the Grapes of Wrath, they say theres no work in California but I beg to differ, I beg to wish that California and I look opptimistic. So until I meet again. Lets fly out of Iraq...
I'm number 24 on the list as the Marines have priority to go home than me. I started my journey at 10 pm and I lay awake till I saw the sun came up. I couldn't find myself to sleep because if there was a chance to hop on a bird I was going to take it. The Marines left and I was lucky enough for the weather to clear a little as I took my flight to Ala Sad. In arabic it means the Lion. As I finally headed here I found peace with the better base and one step closer to Kuwait. Even if I don't find a flight I can get a chance to home, away from work and away from all the bull shit. Its just a matter of time until I get out of here and thats where luck plays along.
I arrive just in time to find a flight to Kuwait in a couple of hours, enough time to get some food in my stomach, enough time to get something to eat, and enough time to reflect on the time here. I grow tired from each minunte and I'm just tired of this country. Maybe theres hope in California. Like the good old days of the Grapes of Wrath, they say theres no work in California but I beg to differ, I beg to wish that California and I look opptimistic. So until I meet again. Lets fly out of Iraq...