Honestly, this was the worst trip.
Ever.
Beats any other time I've ever been stuck
in an airport
or in a car
or in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere Kansas ***at least when we were stuck in Kansas, we had a bar to dilute our misery***
I'm finally back in my little 10x10 (or whatever the dimensions) room.
It was
cold
cold
cold
in Mosul and the room I had was without a heater. The next day I switched rooms to one with a heater, only to have that heater crap out somewhere between indirect fire attack 3 or indirect fire attack 4. My awesome Army sleeping bag really is awesome - I was toasty inside, but the chill outside made for a rough wake up. Really, I've slept in colder environments (uh, south of the Imjin River in Korea ... in JANUARY!), but I just was not in the mood for it. Especially after a 14 hour wait for the C-17 in Baghdad, only to go south to Kuwait to catch a C-130 headed north to Mosul.
And I was extra miserable because it was THANKSGIVING and I was with no family to speak of - not my parents or sister, my roommates or friends, or my Zaytun family either.
I'm looking for a little love...at least a little sympathy!
[Feel sorry for me! Feel sorry for me!]
2 comments:
You got my package! It was a little sympathy gift waiting for you when you got back to Zaytun... And nothing says Happy Thanksgiving like fruit leather.
I just thanked you! before I even read your comment :)
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