Disclaimer

I must set the record straight. The last picture of me sitting in a chair was not taken in my room. My room is about 1/3 the size of the one in that picture. The room the picture was taken in belongs to a friend of mine who is a lieutenant. They get the nice rooms with the tile floors, we get the other kind. Anyway. I still promise to post the last round of What Would You Do but it takes time to come up with that stuff and time is something in short supply lately. So I'll buy myself a few more days with mindless rambling and a few pictures. This picture was taken as a submission to the Brigade yearbook. The three of us are the only ones from our little unit that are here away from the Brigade so we had to send our own picture in. The mustaches were from a previous exercise in pushing the limits of who can tell you what you can and can not do in the military. If there is any question as to who can and can not tell me what to do it would quickly be answered by the fact that I no longer have a mustache. It seems anyone can tell me what to do and I have to listen. Oh well, no skin off my back. Just hair off my lip. I didn't really like the mustache anyway.

I am so close to leaving this place I can hardly believe it. Looking back it seems like it flew by, but I can remember times I thought it would never come. I also remember times I was sure I wouldn't even make it out of here. All that is in the past and as long as I can go the very short distance we have left this will all be a few good memories and a bunch of stories who's accuracy will probably deteriorate as the years go by. This has been one amazing journey. I'll save all the sappy reflections for a later blog though. Until next time whenever you think of me think of me singing a little song I've made up that revolves around the quickly descending number of days I have left as I walk along with a big smile on my face thinking of the glorious September days just around the corner. But you have to picture it without the mustache. And no Army uniform, or weapon, or body armor, or ear plugs, or safety glasses, or helmet, or large Israeli bandage, small Israeli bandage, one handed tourniquet, or 210 rounds of ammunition, or radio, or gas mask, or anything else you have to carry to be a soldier.