The Iraq Diary: Getting back to my roots
I'm going to get back to the root of who I am: A man who loves to write.
And I'm going to rediscover my love by revisiting an old journal. The one I started the day I entered Iraq back in '03. The writing is simple and easy. I only had a chance to whip it out late at night as I was about to try and sleep. At that point I was often exhausted and in some crappy cramped place. Most of my writing won't make sense to you. I just wanted to jot down a few triggers about images and feelings I didn't want to forget.
The journal was a simple black journal about eight-inches long and five-inches wide. It was given to me by my wife because she knew it was just perfect.
And I'm going to rediscover my love by revisiting an old journal. The one I started the day I entered Iraq back in '03. The writing is simple and easy. I only had a chance to whip it out late at night as I was about to try and sleep. At that point I was often exhausted and in some crappy cramped place. Most of my writing won't make sense to you. I just wanted to jot down a few triggers about images and feelings I didn't want to forget.
The journal was a simple black journal about eight-inches long and five-inches wide. It was given to me by my wife because she knew it was just perfect.