Patterns
It's strange how easy it is to get in to a routine, how people in general take comfort in that routine. I wake up at the same time everyday walk over to the head and see the exact same guy every day brushing his teeth in the exact same sink, I walk over to the shower it's the exact same guy as the day before and for the last five days shaving his face as I'm getting ready to shave. The same two Marines are always smoking out side the heads at the time I walk to the shower. We take comfort in our routines. It's the same back home however your in your own room and not around a lot of people where it shows. I got to evening chow and when I get back turn the hanger lights on. I've got 4 hours of time to eat at dinner and I always end up going at the exact same time. I now know how Bill Murray feels in Groundhogs Day. All my days have officially blended together, I'm no longer concerned with what day of the week it is, just the julian date so I know what to write in the log books. Patterns have developed. I'm going to have to find a way to change them up to keep it fresh. I've found singing parts of different songs when I'm doing something helps bring a laugh. Yelling holy diver you've been down to long in the midnight sea seems to make people laugh. The only thing that always changes is what goes wrong with the birds and that even starts to be the same after a while. I don't mind Iraq at all, it's a lot like being stuck in the Jungle. Save it's dry heat and there is nothing but sand and a few buildings to look at.