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After saying that I would start to update, there was still a long dry spell on this journal.
Not because the urge to write has left me but more to the point of OPSEC. Yes I know, Army acronims strike again!
But I a lot of my gripes and complaints can't be said because it might affect something else. Do I think I'm being a little 'me-ish' maybe but you don't work where I do and talk to the people I talk to and not learn to keep your mouth shut.
So I guess I can attempt to talk around my problems, leaving lots of pitfalls for the unwary, but that would be retarded (yes I went unPC...typically care but this is my journal damnnit and I can do that!).
Most of my problem can be attributed to the simple fact that I am ready to come home. I've hit my provincial wall of tolerance and goodwill and I'm all for damning the walls and full speed ahead. But then again I always get like this when it's time for me to leave the place where I have settled and called home, but not to close. Right now I'm less than 90 days out and I can feel the wind pushing against the plane's body soaring me towards home and clothes that aren't a monochrome color. It haunts my dreams and fills my days. I'm lonely for my bed and my family. Lonely for the simple problems of home and not having to watch my tongue and smile kindly at every Iraqi national I meet; yes I do know that inwardly they are maligning me, my country and heritage but god forbid they say it or they might lose all the money our country pours into theirs.
I'm tired of their petty fighting about stupid things (who pays for the uniforms of the completely useless traffic cops!! Yes they are useless, I've almost been hit everytime I've stepped foot into a car) but letting the commnon people live in squalor. I came to do and see the good our country does and I have!! Smiling children with new schools we helped build, and little girls having a chance to be more than baby makers! But the shuffling snail pace is excrushiating! But Rome wasn't built in a day, and people can't change a whole culture in 7 years so I grin and bear it, knowing in the end, even if no one praises Mr. Bush, that I say the good that came of this war and no personal sacrifice come easy or with heaps of rewards.
So I write my feelings, purging the malignant tumor of repressed rage, smile at Omar, and count one more day off my tour here. 80-some more to go!
Not because the urge to write has left me but more to the point of OPSEC. Yes I know, Army acronims strike again!
But I a lot of my gripes and complaints can't be said because it might affect something else. Do I think I'm being a little 'me-ish' maybe but you don't work where I do and talk to the people I talk to and not learn to keep your mouth shut.
So I guess I can attempt to talk around my problems, leaving lots of pitfalls for the unwary, but that would be retarded (yes I went unPC...typically care but this is my journal damnnit and I can do that!).
Most of my problem can be attributed to the simple fact that I am ready to come home. I've hit my provincial wall of tolerance and goodwill and I'm all for damning the walls and full speed ahead. But then again I always get like this when it's time for me to leave the place where I have settled and called home, but not to close. Right now I'm less than 90 days out and I can feel the wind pushing against the plane's body soaring me towards home and clothes that aren't a monochrome color. It haunts my dreams and fills my days. I'm lonely for my bed and my family. Lonely for the simple problems of home and not having to watch my tongue and smile kindly at every Iraqi national I meet; yes I do know that inwardly they are maligning me, my country and heritage but god forbid they say it or they might lose all the money our country pours into theirs.
I'm tired of their petty fighting about stupid things (who pays for the uniforms of the completely useless traffic cops!! Yes they are useless, I've almost been hit everytime I've stepped foot into a car) but letting the commnon people live in squalor. I came to do and see the good our country does and I have!! Smiling children with new schools we helped build, and little girls having a chance to be more than baby makers! But the shuffling snail pace is excrushiating! But Rome wasn't built in a day, and people can't change a whole culture in 7 years so I grin and bear it, knowing in the end, even if no one praises Mr. Bush, that I say the good that came of this war and no personal sacrifice come easy or with heaps of rewards.
So I write my feelings, purging the malignant tumor of repressed rage, smile at Omar, and count one more day off my tour here. 80-some more to go!