The going home time
Well, I go home for my 2 weeks of leave in early February. I should leave well within the first week of the month, I wont have a specific date until January. It sounds like we should be leaving this place for good (this time at least) at the beginning of April. Incidentally, this means there is a chance I will be home for my birthday, which would be neat, considering that since my 19th, only my 20th birthday was spent at home, not in the Army. Thats 3 out of 4 birthdays spent on active duty. Anyways, this means by the time I start my 2 weeks I will probably be over a week into Feb (the 2 weeks starts once I get to Texas) And if I factor in a few days for the return trip to Iraq as well, I should be back in this hell hole at the beginning of March. I will only have one month left by that time. Its a beautiful thing.
I cannot wait to get home. For the longest time, I wasnt planning on going on leave. Now Im glad Im taking it. I need to get out of this shithole for a while. I was talking to a friend a while back, and I mentioned the alcohol consumption that is planned for when I go on leave. She mentioned that I only was going to be home for 2 weeks, thinking I would want to remember those 2 weeks I was at home. My response, "Its not so much about remembering the 2 weeks Im at home, its more about forgetting about the year before those 2 weeks". I am sick of the bullshit I have to deal with here on a daily basis. Its wearing me thin. If it isnt one thing, its another. It seems its not enough that we go out at night knowing that any night could be the one. Any night I could get blown to hell. In addition, they seem to feel a need to make our time here on the base, safe and sound, as shitty as possible. Hell, after all this I have been entertaining the thought of going into the mental health field... I have all the fucking on the job training I need by now, talking my soldiers through this shit.
Anyways, for 2 short weeks in February, drinks are on me. I look foreward to seeing everyone, and trying to forget a year.
I cannot wait to get home. For the longest time, I wasnt planning on going on leave. Now Im glad Im taking it. I need to get out of this shithole for a while. I was talking to a friend a while back, and I mentioned the alcohol consumption that is planned for when I go on leave. She mentioned that I only was going to be home for 2 weeks, thinking I would want to remember those 2 weeks I was at home. My response, "Its not so much about remembering the 2 weeks Im at home, its more about forgetting about the year before those 2 weeks". I am sick of the bullshit I have to deal with here on a daily basis. Its wearing me thin. If it isnt one thing, its another. It seems its not enough that we go out at night knowing that any night could be the one. Any night I could get blown to hell. In addition, they seem to feel a need to make our time here on the base, safe and sound, as shitty as possible. Hell, after all this I have been entertaining the thought of going into the mental health field... I have all the fucking on the job training I need by now, talking my soldiers through this shit.
Anyways, for 2 short weeks in February, drinks are on me. I look foreward to seeing everyone, and trying to forget a year.