Going Back
Tomorrow I'm going back to the Land of Tormented Sand. I don't want to go. It's hot and there is always danger. The Iraqis are aloud to come in and work in our camp, yet they are the enemy. You can never trust them, because a lot of them are there to get the secrets they think we hold. When I get there Hitler Martin will probably make me do some bull shit detail like; police call the whole tent area or make me run back and forth for stuff he really does not need. But this is my crazy life, nothing is going to be easy. Except the plain ride home.