Thirty things I'll miss about Iraq...
- Omnipresent aerostat balloon watching over me.
- Free food.
- Free gas.
- Free laundry.
- Wearing body armor = free exercise.
- Walking everywhere = free exercise.
- Running for bunker = free exercise.
- No cooking.
- No cleaning.
- No utility bills.
- No cell phone.
- No commercials on TV – and the military infomercials are so entertaining.
- No grocery shopping or trips to the mall.
- No yard work.
- No pesky “What will I wear this weekend?” dilemmas.
- Every volleyball court is a sand volleyball court.
- Bronchial rattle of hooch air conditioner comforting, reassuring.
- Two guns and a knife make me feel like a bad-a*s.
- The Gator.
- The bat house.
- Random weirdness, such as abandoned open box of Q-tips at bus stop.
- That fresh bubble gum smell of a clean port-a-john.
- Cha Cha wetting his pants.
- Bugging the engineers.
- “Jambo jambo!”
- Can always depend on a good giggle from Australian uniform “camouflage” (It has lavender hearts, I’m not kidding)
- World’s most beautiful palm trees.
- Bird song saturating the hot mid-morning air.
- Feeling of contributing to history.
- The friends I’ve made.
