Georgia on my mind
... Almost 48hours before I was supposed to leave to camp pendleton for my deployment to the sandy deserts of Iraq, I got a woken up in the middle of the night by an officer from the hospital telling me that I had an urgent message. "An urgent message?" I asked. "yes" he said,and gave me the number to who I was supposed to call. As I walked towards the lounge to use the phone, a million things ran through my mind as I tried to figure out why I was being woken up in the middle of the night for an "urgent" call, and finally I arrived at the phone....I picked up and dialed the number...
"hello, I have an urgent message?" I said, and a deep voice of some man who sounded like he had just woken up aswell spoke from the other side.
"Yes, Im informing you that your assignment to Camp Pendleton has been cancelled"
"cancelled?.." I said
"Yes, instead you will be leaving to an Army unit in Georgia this sunday."
"why?"
"The person you are replacing has been diagnosed with Post traumatic stress syndrome( psychological condition you get after war) and so the captain decided that you would be better used in Georgia."
"Am I still going to Iraq?"
"yes"
"so..Sunday, to georgia, then Iraq"
"yes, I appoligize for any inconvience that I may have caused you but it was important that you recieved this message."
"I uderstand, its ok (not really, but for the sake of professionalism we'll say yes)
With that said I hung up the phone and walked to my bed exhausted, not really sure if it was from the alcohol I drank a couple of hours ago, or from the headache I had trying to absorb the information I had just received.48 hours later I was on my way to Georgia.
Anyway that was two weeks ago, and suprisingly I find my self in good spirits as I have made friends and experienced a completely new culture. These past two weeks have been very beneficial to my future survival in Iraq, so far Ive done simulated combat in an urban environment, cover and concealment under heavy fire, convoy operations, and counter measures against Idependent explosive devices. All this I am grateful to receive because I know unfortunately that someday I'll have to use it to save my life. Thats ok though, because I know Im going to come back alive and well, hope you guys stay safe and have fun for me while Im gone. See you guys in six months (september).
Adios
"hello, I have an urgent message?" I said, and a deep voice of some man who sounded like he had just woken up aswell spoke from the other side.
"Yes, Im informing you that your assignment to Camp Pendleton has been cancelled"
"cancelled?.." I said
"Yes, instead you will be leaving to an Army unit in Georgia this sunday."
"why?"
"The person you are replacing has been diagnosed with Post traumatic stress syndrome( psychological condition you get after war) and so the captain decided that you would be better used in Georgia."
"Am I still going to Iraq?"
"yes"
"so..Sunday, to georgia, then Iraq"
"yes, I appoligize for any inconvience that I may have caused you but it was important that you recieved this message."
"I uderstand, its ok (not really, but for the sake of professionalism we'll say yes)
With that said I hung up the phone and walked to my bed exhausted, not really sure if it was from the alcohol I drank a couple of hours ago, or from the headache I had trying to absorb the information I had just received.48 hours later I was on my way to Georgia.
Anyway that was two weeks ago, and suprisingly I find my self in good spirits as I have made friends and experienced a completely new culture. These past two weeks have been very beneficial to my future survival in Iraq, so far Ive done simulated combat in an urban environment, cover and concealment under heavy fire, convoy operations, and counter measures against Idependent explosive devices. All this I am grateful to receive because I know unfortunately that someday I'll have to use it to save my life. Thats ok though, because I know Im going to come back alive and well, hope you guys stay safe and have fun for me while Im gone. See you guys in six months (september).
Adios